I know that you'll find another

I don't want to look at the things that I've done,
I don't want to dwell into the possibilities, the "what ifs" or the "what might have been",
it's all just distorted messed up dreams with my falling arms and
my bloodshot eyes that thread the flowing water,
mindlessly losing the vague drumming beat of my heart,
and running away from everything that's chasing after me.