i feel it drifting again.

you lost me,

or i lost you.

was it on accident?

was it on purpose?

that i looked the other way.

because i can feel myself

starting to fake it.

i never want to hurt you,

like i never wanted to hurt the others.

but here i am with the knife in my hand

and you heart is what i'm carving.

i'm sorry,

please believe me.

i don't want to wound you.

so i'm running away.

just like my interest has.

it's not you.

that's cliche, right?

not what you wanted to hear,

but it's the truth.

i can't stop my mind,

when it finds what it's looking for within something or someone.

once the adventure ends,

my journey begins,

again.