If I could run
I’d run to your door
I’d put your blanket over my head
and forget it all.
If I could go back
back into my past
I’d hug myself before every teardrop
paved its path.
I’d go back to my home
when she stole my soul
when I was begging her not to lose control
back to my home
standing right beside me
and defending myself from that madness
which now depresses me.
So I’ve lived ’till now
caressing ever