Feels like I’m running...
Running outta space
Forgetting all those times...
You know the times you lied in my face
You made me feel...
Feel some type of way
You know something like a disgrace.
I’ve been doing it all my life
I rather be on a paper chase
Because every time I’ve chased you.
You left no trace.. No remains
So I’m lost
Failed the race of life in which I created
So I blame myself thinking I could win this imaginary game
But its alright I’ll get the courage to chase again one day.