Verse 1 It started before the bottle, before the powder, before the flame, back when a kid learned early how to swallow hurt and call it shame. When no one came when he was crying, when no one asked what happened then, he learned how to leave his body without ever leaving the room he was in. Pre-Chorus And no one wakes up wanting chains, no one dreams of losing breath. Sometimes you’re only running from the pain until you run into death. Chorus You run from the memories, run from the night, run from the things you can’t make right. You run toward a feeling that asks nothing yet, something that lets you forget. But the farther you go, the less of you’s left. You spend your whole life running just to run into death. Verse 2 The first time almost feels like kindness, like the whole world finally went still. For a minute there’s no childhood, no empty room, no unpaid bill. No father walking out the doorway, no mother crying down the hall, no voice inside saying you’re worthless, no fear of feeling anything at all. Pre-Chorus But the quiet starts demanding, and the mercy collects its debt. What you took to keep from drowning starts pulling you under instead. Chorus You run from the memories, run from the night, run from the things you can’t make right. You run toward a feeling that asks nothing yet, something that lets you forget. But the farther you go, the less of you’s left. You spend your whole life running just to run into death. Bridge And people say, “Why don’t you stop?” like you never asked yourself the same. Like you don’t know what it’s costing, like you don’t wake up ashamed. But they don’t hear what comes back screaming when the medicine is gone. They don’t know what you were running from before you started running on. Verse 3 Then your name turns into paperwork, your life becomes another case. People talk about compassion without ever looking at your face. Some say, “Leave him to his choices.” Some say, “Nothing can be done.” But there’s a difference between mercy and just watching someone come undone. Final Chorus You run from the memories, run from the night, run from the child you left behind. You reach for a little silence, a little peace of mind. But the farther you go, the colder it gets. You spend your whole life running just to run into death. Outro So if you see somebody running, don’t only ask what they ran to. Ask what was chasing them so hard they thought dying might pull them through. Because somewhere underneath the hunger, under every scar and every breath, there’s still someone worth reaching before they run into death.
