we run because we want to be chased.

i wrote everything i wanted to say to you down, but you never knew what it was i meant. because i am only good at writing them between the lines. while you never knew betweenthelines existed.


there was once a girl who believed in everything she believed in. she believed in everything that others believed in. this girl, she believed in believing. but today, she believes in nothing.

how time strips us down and takes so much away from us. giving us so much to take away from but we keep letting them take it away instead. they keep taking and taking until we realise we're this close to having nothing at all.

i've so much to say, but i've nothing to write. so many words so jumbled up that they won't make no sense at all. is that it? is that how it'll always be, words and words jumbled up inside of me. can never really get them to fit.

we sung our hearts out, when we were young, pouring our sorrows, letting it drown in the wind and rain. we let it out and we let it in. and we learn to let it go. when we were young.

we had gold dust in our hands