Running from you,
Maybe I have a loose screw.
I read the message,
I see now it was a presage.
you put your cigarette out in a tissue,
the inside of your cheek you chew.
but I am I smart girl,
so I hide my snarl.
I am but a pebble under your shoe,
maybe if I had given you a clue.
I am not alone I brought the ghost of me,
I shouldn't let you treat me like a flea.
I want to leave
but I am too naive.
