There is something about
the way you avoid me.
It pumps my heart,
it traces my loving.

I run into my lonesome
and wait till my head is gone.
I'm going insane
but i like how it feels.

And the road that was left behind,
it leads to my threaded pain.
There is something about
the way you won't talk to me.

And everything that is left to feel
is filling up my heart.
My soul is at rest.
My thoughts are all gone.
Please ignore me.

I wander in the memories
that my failures have left me.
I'm drawn in remorse
for the pain that I caused you.