Sip at that carton of juice

while I down my sup of pain.

Like in those movies, tears stream

down my face like pouring rain.

Smear that makeup all over yourself

so that they can't see the hurt.

Write scribbles of angst poem,

'cause you just feel like dirt.

So I'll throw myself off a bridge

and scream out loud so they can hear.

Chuck away all I ever wanted,

toss away all my fears.

And we'll run and run, never stop.

We'll never hear those lies again.

And we'll run and run, and never come back.