Runaway

Clear FallOutBoy inspiration if you ask me :P

For someone who was hard time letting things go, I am indeed perplexed that you are gone. Maybe I took too many hits off this memory and perhaps you were never there for me, although damn it feels like I am high to death when I think of you. But I can never be satisfied, I desire the sacrifice of livelihood just to keep you going and producing a beauty. And yet, you, a moonlight shining my morning through my tired eyes and sleepy mind, are not here, my 8th wonder, even if it's just a number. So now I am using an empty casket to paint all the s**t I see together, I always make such expensive mistakes. And perhaps I see you, behind me, trying to reach for me, screaming my name that you think is the darkest colour. It seems I can't hear you, but possibility of that is as low as I felt throughout the last blues that led me back to the places that I should have never left.

So hold me tight, or don't.