Trail के बोल

I feel I can't come to you. I feel I have to choose to love you and hate me. Or hate you and be free. I'm running softer now from monsters chasing me. I've made a trail, somehow, running. I used up all my tries and now I'm empty like a little girl who likes hiding. Sometimes I can't see right, hearing your pointless lies. That's when I've lost my fight face down. Running faster, facing backwards leaving nothing to be said. A little time to get ahead. A little force...a little more... a little angst goes a long way. I'm sure there's no way I can see this your way.