I Want To Find Myself

No Matter How Fast I Run, I Can't Get Away From Me.

My Forays Into Trying To Date Girls My Own Age From The School I Went To Were All Pretty Tortured.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

These Days I Seem To Think About The Things I Forgot To Do For You And All The Times I Had A Chance To.

Talk About Celestial Bodies.