Stop and stare.

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust. I've got my heart set on anywhere but here. I'm staring down myself, counting up the years. Steady hands, just take the wheel, and every glance is killing me. Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead. They're trying to come back, all my senses push. Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could. Steady feet, don't fail me now. Gonna run till you can't walk. Something pulls my focus out and I'm standing down. Stop and stare, I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be. You start to wonder why you're here not there, and you'd give anything to get what's fair, but fair ain't what you really need, can you see what I see?