P.O.V. 1

I looked out the window as the car sped away.
I watched as the small white house vanished from view.
I don't understand how it happened, all I know is it did. 

I ruined everything, again.
I fucked it all up just as it was finally going good.
Not suprised though, that always happens.
But I'm leaving this town, I'm running away yet again.
From another used to be good, healthy, something.
Holding my wallet, and my keys.
I'm disappearing.
Yet, I won't miss it.
I can't.

There's no way, even if I have to force myself to forget.
I can't go back.
I'll hurt them again.

Forget goodbye.
Forget the crying as I took off.
There's no way I'm falling in love again.
I don't need to.
All I'll do is break another heart.

I'm getting to used to it.
I need to stop, to forget.

I rolled the window down, letting my arm climb out as my fingers spread.
The wind rushing in between, and around them.
Over and under.
Weaving together a song which would soon be forgotten.

I can't go back again.

I'm sorry.

I'll never be able to love.

I'm to used to goodbye.

All I am, is a runaway, is heartbreak.
I'll never be able to stop...