We had sparks,
I wanted flames.
I fell for you,
Who didn't feel the same.

Loneliness,
And sleepless nights.
Late night calls,
And losing fights.

We had sparks,
I wanted flames.
I got burned,
So who's to blame?

And whenever it gets tough,
Just remind yourself that we're one day closer,
To it all being over.

And we act like this is working.
It's not,
So we pretend.
Your backwards lies,
Your desperate cries,
Have plagued me once again.

And in the silly game of love,
Something we don't choose.
You win, you rub it in my face,
While every time I lose.

But that's alright,
Because we're friends.
Well I guess we're not,
But we'll pretend.

I don't like you
Because I don't get you.

I don't understand you and it scares me.
So I stay away.
Far





far

Away.

Seven billion people in this world,
And we pick the ones we can't have.

Running.
An activity that you hate,
But love at the same time.
It hurts.
But it's the good kind of hurt.
The kind of pain that is only accompanied
With hard work and determination.
You push yourself.
More than you thought possible.
You can't make it.
You won't make it.
And somehow,
You always do.

But then there it is.
The fall.
The hard ground does not forgive.
Thud
And suddenly,
You are stuck.

And those shoes.
Those neon Nike track spikes,
That you'd waited all year-365 days- to wear.
Sold.

So maybe you're not cutout for this.
Maybe there's a higher plan.
I'll wait.

Yesterday, you walked
Today, you ran.
Tomorrow you'll fly.

Stone buildings,
Fashion,
Music,
Tea.

I'm on my way.