A Cue Stick

You're It
Her question so simple, desire so pureThe answer much bolder and blatant for sureBut whom could she ask oh, and where could she findExcuses and riddles that make up her mindSo she stays and waits with baited breathAnd makes it through the yearTil death, or life runs its course and sheMakes her way out of hereShe sits still in silence and buries her headIn her hands that still tremble from words that he'd saidSo calloused and ruined and stupid and sadAnd broken and full of the hopes that they'd hadBut she stays the course and sits aboardThe train bound south and westAnd plays over again the words shed saidForgetting most but recalling the bestShe said Tag you're it Its your turn to chase me I'm running too fast while you stand set in stoneSo I'll slow my pace, I need you to catch meThis isn't a race if I run it aloneSo please don't quitCause you, you're all that I have Letras de cancionesYou're itShe unpacks her bags to her new dresser drawersAnd makes a home of a ceiling four walls and a floorBut she notices life still goes on as it doesAnd the grass is the same shade of green as it wasAnd the nights still cold and the days still longAnd she cant find a friendSo she desperately writes the boy once more This time in a more subtle penShe says, "Tag, you're it It's your turn to chase me I'm running too fast while you stand set in stoneSo I'll slow my pace, I need you to catch meThis isn't a race if I run it aloneSo please don't quitCause you, you're all that I have You're it."But he's carried the burden too longIn the wake of the wreckage she left was he wrong to Stand his ground, and settle downAnd stop chasing the dream of tomorrow and living todayHe's chased her too long now she's got to find her own waySo he says, "Tag, you're it It's your turn to chase me you're running too fast while I stand set in stoneAnd though you've slowed your pace, you're still running from meStop running your race and try coming back homeBut I wont quitCause you, you're all that I have You're it." From Letras Mania