Getting Out

The moon looks sharp tonight cutting through the atmosphere dark shadows pierce the light so lonely and austere my breath fogs up like ice but all my thoughts are crystal clear I won't let you break my stride I am getting out of here Sharp footsteps pound behind stirring up my hopes and fears your voice rings clear and bright it echoes in my ears Such force and eloquence that every word is insincere I won't let you break my stride I am getting out of here What do you take me for? You don't love me anymore and I'm not the girl to stick around just to numb your pain Your broken and wounded soul it only keeps you in control but I realized and it's hit me like a bullet to my brain