Run While You Can

Why? How?

The questions spin in my head

Trying to make sense of the words that you said.

So much in an instant, though time does stand still

I can't help but to question your deeds which do kill.

The friendships, the kindness, the good times, the laughs

They're gone now, you're happy now, with your "other half".

The little girl you loved, without a shadow of a doubt

Would rather pack her bags and leave, leave your nightmare and get out.

I know you'd never chase her, you never really cared

There's nothing that you'd do to help that "special" girl you scared.

So that special little girl you told you loved her, you were there

Is bound to live her whole life in her solitary fear.

There's really not much more to say for that mere little girl

And all because the snobbish boy who had to wreck her world.