Hurt From the Inside

running away... trying to escape myself... but only finding one who cares.

why cant i get off this ride? the pain will grow, and soon we'll die. too many hurts have already been born, too many lives have i twisted and torn. and yet when another passes on by, though i know i should, i dont want to try.

but this time is different, this one is new. a lonesome lost soul has somehow broken through. broken through my side door, tearing down the fear. seeing past my latest mask, and trying to come near. but what will happen if it works? what will i become? how can i go on living, knowing i can no longer run.

because in a sense, that is what i enjoy. breaking their heart, like an old forgotten toy. but this one wont break, its made out of three. a color for you, a color for me. and then a spotless one, to wash us clean. its given us this friendship, that is plain to see.

so as i come, and scrape at the paint.. please rest assured i delight in this game. delight in knowing that somehow i could, use my tortured mind to produce some good. to help you now when you least expect. to give you a friendship you'll never regret.