Escape it before it's too late
That's how you stop it
The pain of oblivious love
But the love . . .
It'll be gone before you know it
Run . . . run . . .
Before it grabs a hold
Hide before it destroys you
Escape it before it leaves you
That's how you make it out alive
Or barely alive at the least . . .
The heart can only take so much
The thought of losing love . . .
The pain . . . it becomes unbearable . . .
So you get out before it's gone
Then you won't get hurt
But the scars . . . they never leave
And so you live with the guilt
The guilt from leaving love
But which is better?
Running from love forever?
Or having it one day . . . and not the next?
