give me a reason

...was when i was young and we didn't give a damn...i'll forget the day's gone by

is it the sun blinding my eyes or is it the guilt that looms over me like my very own shadow?

i keep searching for the tracks i thought i left on the way here, but a sweeping motion of your hand seems to have wiped them away. not a smart move, because now i'll have to walk a different path...and who knows where it will take me?

question, questioning you

it's a crass way to go. i feel like a wadded ball of paper that will never be fully straightened out. so what's a girl like me to do?

there's something about the air tonight, something about the way i was stared at, something about the way i touched myself, something about the way i scorn you today, something about the way my heart raced when i thought of your ugly face...

or was that my own reflection?

question, questioning me

i'm on the run now, running from you, running from them, running from who i thought i was.