race SELF
Qoiet
So I pick a pen, point it at my head
I wish I had a mother fuckin gun instead
And I scare myself with the things I say
But the person in the mirror doesn’t wear my face
So I tell myself every fucking day
As long as you keep walking you’re still on your way
But my footsteps fade in the fucking rain
I’m just waiting for myself to find a chance to faint
I’m lost
I’m lost
I’m lost and I can’t recall
I’m lost
I’m lost
I’m lost on my fucking way
I wanna run away, run away
Let me escape this place, escape this place
Can I win a race against myself
Is there a quiet place in hell
I wanna run away, run away
Let me escape this place, escape this place
Can I win a race against myself
Is there a quiet place in hell