Runaway;

They need to find a cure for broken hearts.

So many empty spaces between fingers, so many empty hearts. So many tears fallen and all those memories that turn to ash. Tangled sheets and twisted thoughts; so I see now that this is what it's come to.

Run away smiles, run away tears, run away kids. Look at the mess on this dirty road; oh my what have we done? Are we really better off like this? How are we possible finding a cure for such broken, confused hearts like this?

Look at what this has all come down to. Packed up bags, empty rooms that used to be full && crying parents. Dirty blood && blood shot eyes.

It's hard to call a house a home when it doesn't even feel like it. It's hard to feel when feelings are something you hate.

They need to find a cure for broken hearts.