Running

Why am I not surprised
Just when things were good for me
You turn around and run
All I do is please
And once I am pleased
You run
They always run
I am too caring
To loving
To shit
You always run
Is it too much to ask for a little joy in my life?
Is it too much to ask for a little hope
A little faith
A little love
I am tired of pleasing
I am tired of chasing
I am tired of love
I wont be caring
I wont be loving
I wont give a shit
Easier said then done
I always give joy
I always give hope
Faith
and love
But this matters not
Because I always end up hurt in the end
So now I am running
Away from this life
Goodbye