I'm running out of options, there's not much that I can do. My body's giving away to me and my mind is turning blue. I stutter step towards the finish cause I'm not the only one. Running in this foot race, I should show em how it's done. I can't fight of these feelings that I have deep inside But I'm tired of being the lonely one who will just run and hide If I can talk the talk, then I should walk the walk. Here comes the tidal wave of dignity rushing in from side to side.
Convince yourself to try, or this battle you're fighting will die.
Gravity crushing me, waiting in agony, apathy passes me, blasphemy's tragedy actively panicking, passively thanking the ones that believed in me living so radically, thankful for sanity and living in a world with less vanity. Single handedly, I'll surface to the top And break down the machine, keeping me from my own thoughts.