I couldn't get away from you,
your whispers haunt me to this day.
I was running as fast and far as I could,
while you were begging me to stay.
The hurt and anguish that I harbor,
from all the things that you've done.
As I push the pedal to the floor; wanting more,
from this living on the run.
You were the devil in a sundress,
a flower that could kill.
Even...