streaks of red, residue of pain; all borne of hurt.

down this spiralling road to nowhere.

i tell you, leave before i cause you more grief.

i say, leave before i cause you more pain.

i sigh, leave before i destroy the both of us.

i concede, go before it's too late.

you never needed to bear the burden of my pain, my future and my temper.

run. as fast the wind can bring you.