by Brooke Erin Gonzales
She runs away from all the pain, trying to make every thing better.
And in the end it only gets worse, but no one will ever tell her.
For she shut off the world, and turned off her light.
In her quiet room, on her bed, she now lies.
The tearstains on her face,
from the tears she had once cried.
Are no longer there,
because they have dried.
Run fast, just run away,
is what she tells herself every day.
Don't let him hurt you, don't let him win.
Don't show the pain that you hold within.
You're going to be ok, everything will be all right.
These are the words she will never hear in her life.
'Cause her cries are slowly fading away,
Just like she does every day...
She no longer cares what other people say
And if she could have had another chance
love wouldn't be this way.
For after today she will no longer have to run.
... she never again, will see love.