I always run from the ones who care the most.
it scares me to bare my true self, to be fully exposed
it takes a lot for me to come undone, to let my mind repose
but the ones who care the most never run.
they love me for me – all my flaws and my ripped seams – and they pull me in close
but somehow I still find myself lying to my own heart,
I guess I’ve been running from the start