To leave

There's a small town in my mind
Would i want to leave it?
I could hurt someone

There's the cold hook in my mind
The catch of my step
Pressed in the vulnerability
It could hurt someone

There's a small room with a tremored old woman
Quilting my future
Through the veneration
She'll die soon
It could hurt someone

There's a notion in my mind
The rush of the running
And I hold my everything

It could hurt me