Running away

I'm running away, moving from this place. I need to get out of here.
I need to run away from this place, to go back to the other side of the world, where i'll be closer but that's what i am running away from too.
I go through all the different emotions in less than 24 hours. I'm insomniac and can't sleep. I'm tired and my eyes are red.
Because i need to run away from this place, to run away from the bad memories, from the pain, from the memories, from the letters, from the pictures.
Because I need to run away from you, but can't seem to, you stupid you, you stole my old memories, you made your way through them, you had no rights to do that, why the fuck can't I run away, erase, forget? If I run away from my biggest pain, then i get closer to you, and i need to run away from you.
But the choice is just easy, i'll end up being able to run away from you, but i'll never forget the other thing.
I hate life and its roller coasters, its metaphorical parabolas, from nothing to a lot to end up back to nothing.
So we are strangers now, we are strangers again, like nothing never happened, like no trace was left. Like the smiles and laughs, the tears and pain were nothing, they were not worth living, because we are back to nothing. I should have known.
I wish I never got to see you again. I wish that for once life would have been gentle.

I never want to experience pain again. So when i'll have run away from you, i'll run away from here and will never let someone get so close to me that I need to run away from him.

I'm running away, i'm leaving this place, i'm running away...