It’s still.
And you’re still,
In my head.
I am running
And you’re running
through my brain
A car passes by..
‘Never again’
And yet again,
A tear lies on my cheek,
Running down
on my face
my mascara leaves
a mark
as the one you left
running trough my heart
a gently hand made scar...

Given advice that was clearly wrong,
the type that seems to make me feel so right,
but some things you may find can take over your life,
burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places,
And there's nowhere left for me to turn,
Been caught in comprimising situations,
I should have...