everyone is pushing me away and i've given up on breaking the habit. so i will leave out all the rest and runaway to be by myself. i will find somewhere i belong and be one step closer to finding a cure for the itch. however, i'm not forgotten because i'm with you, crawling under your skin like a papercut. in the end i will find a place for my head and the shadow of the day will wipe away what i've done. there will be no more sorrow in this new divide.