Every foot step, every mile, I sit there wanting to linger a while.
Hoping you'll call me home, by your side.
Where my heart likes to hide.
I feel it break a little more, it feels so tender, strained and sore.
Why is this just too hard for me to take?
Hard to ignore this bitter heartache.

I can't stand this.
Every mile I get away from you, makes me sick, feeling lost in nothingness.
I can't seem to hold off the pain, this town makes me go insane.
I hate it, I hate this place.
Here I feel I've got nothing to gain.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
No place to my name.

No flower can be fostered in this darkness, all consuming.
All alone and left to wilt, never blooming.
Each petal swept away, the face of death ever looming.
Crumbling to the earth, slowly the emptiness is so entombing.

Sometimes I think the world spreads me thin,
lays my skin across a tapestry.
Searching not far enough within just to try and master me.
They try to twist me to a design that they find satisfactory.
It's getting hard to see, who I am over what other's want of me...
taking what they can and doing so happily.
Leaving me to falsely believe
that they actually like me.