I'm a mess,
and I pay for it in losses.
I'm a sore loser,
my head hurts.
I'm walking,
I'm searching.
I look behind me,
I see your face.
You look warm in the past.
I look beside me,
now you look cold.
And ahead of me there is light,
and it's blinding me.
For all I know,
there's no you in it.
For all I know,
you are the light.
For all that I don't know,
you could mean everything.
For all that I do know,
you don't mean a thing at all.
Now,
I run.