Ran away

I was sitting,

and I saw nothing around,

no one to talk,

like I've ran away from everything.

Ran away,

that's the thing I swore,

to me, to never do,

but standing here,

with a cold cup in hand,

I see trought my fantasy wall.

And I see the regret,

in me for what I left,

for what I no more have.

I'm sitting here,

thinking that I lied to me,

one time many more.

But there's something now,

that brought me a smile,

since I'm still able to change,

and as that,

to connect my dots,

once more.