The Running's Over

You bury the pain,
Till it eats you up inside,
Then it comes out full force,
And there’s nowhere to hide,
And the running’s over,
You hide what you thought was dirty,
A lesson taught too late,
And you harbor guilt and shame,
Yeah, those feelings you just love to hate,
And the running’s over,
You confront the past
     And find freedom hidden in the mist

Of a thousand tears shed needlessly,

And you finally release that clenched fist,

And the running’s over,

Yes,  the running’s over,

And you’re exhausted,

But somehow, facing what you must,

Eases the hurt.

And the running’s over for good,

And there’s just no turning back.