It's freaking me out. It's the way you walk by and don't even look at me. The way everything seems so easy for you. I'm afraid. I'm scared. It's me who's scaring me. It's some kind of madness, it's taking over my head and body. I can't control it. Blood is coming out of my eyes and ears. I just keep walking.
It's funny, your excuse is always that you couldn't find me. How is it that you couldn't find me if I leave a river of blood everywhere I walk through? Just follow the river. Go with the flow. Maybe you'll find me. Maybe the day you realize what you were supposed to look for, you find myself lying six feet under ground. In a wooden box. Or maybe you don't find me and we just weren't meant for each other. If that's it, just tell me. Stop lying. It makes me mad. And I'm scared of myself when I'm mad. What can I do when I act out of reason? 
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