Running From That Hill

(Unfinished)

You hurt me
You couldn’t feel what I feel
I asked you once, would you attempt to hurt me?
But you were rash, and even keel

But you
You and me

And if I only could
I’d try to right these wrongs
And help you to see me properly
No swerving on the road
No running from these hills
We’d find and even rhythm
If I only could..