I think it's pretty funny That these feet just keep on running, Avoiding things that fall behind, Dropping those that can't abide In madness Always choosing fear over sadness, Worried you can't be the one fastest And ignoring your responsibility. Insanity, As an excuse to withstand me Was never a good excuse for Your madness Always wallowing in sadness, Forget it if your mind's made already, I'm looking for a steady flow In time To find a spot and miss my chance To fly. Is a cozy place really all you Need to die? Maybe for a moment, But I think you're lying, and I think it's pretty funny That you're dying and You keep on running, Maybe death will take the time To run alongside you.
