It's in my head; all the times that I kept you from running around. Although some things will never change, I wish I could. I wouldn't think too much. It's in my head; All the times seasons changed, and I'm still in my bed. Spent all these days in the wrong ways. Oh, I shouldn't think of you anymore. It's in my head; all the times I avoided mistakes to avoid the regret. Will I ever let them go; the words I never wrote? I'm as terrified as you were back then. I'm still stuck in the past; you're still stuck in my head. Maybe I can be couragously afraid. Should I run? No. So, when will I learn everything can not be perfect? Still, I'll try. And what if I never figure out the ways to not let us both down? Should I run? No.