I Still Can't Run Away

I can't cry anymore
For what I've given up.
I'm sprawled across the bedroom floor
This life portrayed as a bad closeup.

It wouldn't hurt to care
If you could lie to me again.
Life is so rare
When you just begin.

You can walk around unclosed
Bare to the bone.
Your lies overly exposed
From the ones you've already outgrown.

They'll figure you out
Like a Rubik's cube.
And they have no doubt
You jump rivers greater than the Danube.

Lies unfolding into rifts
And over flooding my heart.
Moonlight appears at my door as I drift
From the things that tore me apart.