Running From The Truth

Left here, sitting, staring,
Watching as you leave,
Watching as the world is turning,
Trying to believe.

Why is it that I'm always left,
Why can't I move on?
Once I thought it might get better,
But now the hope I had has gone.

I can think of better,
I can pretend that it's a dream,
But in the end, the truth is left,
Asking where I've been.