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May 2013 Thoughts keep runnin laps through my head,
wanted to take a breather but kept runnin instead,
desired to catch up but i never started steppin,
doomed to carry all these memories to hell or heaven,
since i was Eleven i grew my knowledge of sufferin,
then it evolved when i needed power at 15 and plugged it in,
all these memories make my bones ache and joints feel
like they'll never have the feel of anything more real,
i can't concele the knowledge i own,
that nothing is on the right path, still not grown
enough to look back and see myself as strange,
until i have that i'll never be able to change,
one falls in love, other goes to study oversea,
one waits patiently, then the other speaks less to me,
the other returns and it's like it never happened before,
the one who fell is still steady falling, maybe more.
