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Running Out Of Air
Ive been thinking alot
about the last few years
the things weve been through
the boys and the tears
Sometimes I feel
like were drifting apart
somethings have healed
and i guess its a start
Im not sure what it is
that makes me happy anymore
I think I've moved on
but my heart still is sore
we dont talk about it
about our exes, the past
or any of the painful shit
we run away so fast
I've built up walls
to protect myself from God knows what
I guess protection from a fall
rejection, heartahce and the such
Im scared to reveal
the scars, and the memories
thats why I won't let you read
my journals, my diaries
My writing is my power
but I still feel so weak
its like my oxygen tank
has a slow and fatal leak.
