when the smoke clears,
i know i'll come face to face with the damage i've done
but right now,
i'm not ready to face the person that everything i wanted made me become
it hurts to look at my mistakes,
i don't know how to make it up to anyone
it confuses me to think about what i had to sacrifice to make me believe i won
for that my foot stays on the gas,
because the easiest thing for me to do is run
a lie i tell myself everyday,
to keep me from coming undone