I fight the urge to become another you. I don’t want to get trapped in the planes of your sick imagination.
Fear cripples over my heart, knowing that there might be no tomorrow for me.. and then I’d still be related to you.
Though we’re not even closely relative; relating to you is what I’ve been taught. Only to grow up to a sad reality, who would ever want to be another you..
So I run, chase my rainbows… I run and leave you behind.