Run

I'm constantly reminded, that I'm not made of steel.
It's a battle with my mind each day and I can't tell what's real.
I always pack and run away, crossed the country side to side
But running from what's in your head makes it impossible to hide.

It's getting really hard to try to keep my thoughts at bay
When I go to sleep tonight, I'll even try to pray.
God, if you're out there, please forgive the things I've done.
I'm terrified and I'm broken and I've got no where's left to run.