There you were again. Looking at me. Broken. What did I do? Was it because I walked away? Why would that be the reason? It's not like you would care. Care about me. I'm just another girl who's broken. I'm no special to anyone, so why would I be special to you? Have you even seen the mess I am? Still, it hurts me, to see your dark blue eyes looking at me and tearing up. I tried to look at you for a little longer, but I couldn't. So I did what I always do. I ran away.