Driving a broken car
Enveloped in the hope that it'll take me far
Careless ; the fact I know I'll crash but I don't care about that
Anger is the force
Driving me away from you
Energy in my hands; I feel them turn to fists
Never punching; if I did I wouldn't miss
Crush my fist into your heart
Ending what shouldn't have been from the start
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
