The Modern World, A Battlefield

It's falling out of place again
Another day, another one is gone with the speed of the sun
Holding on was always the worst choice I chose to make
So please forget that I ever existed
'cause I've already moved on
I keep retracing these patterns
I'm getting caught in all of this again and again
I keep deleting these numbers because I know I can't keep chasing them around
It's just a matter of time now before my limbs give out on us
Yeah, even she said so sarcastically during a long night talk prior to three months that we'd lost.
"Just run away, its the best way to fix all those fading friendships we've lost"
So answer this then, what's left to do when you've got no one around you?
When everyone you know is a ghost
When everything you hold in your hands keeps slipping away
Well, still you say I never give enough
I never open up
Well, you got it, here I am
I scream in front of random people on random nights of the week
Spilling my guts for strangers, writing my life on paper
Here I am