No escaping,
From the walls built up inside.
Afraid to say it,
Watch your words fade out in spite.
Running always, but running out of faith.
Blinded by hatred,
Walking on the finest line.
Try to reframe it,
But nothing seems to fit it right.
Running always, but running out of faith.
So what’s the use in trying?
What’s the use in trying?
Give me a reason, a reason, a reason,
A reason to stay, a reason to change.
Give me a reason, a reason, a reason,
A reason to stay.
It’s entertaining,
To be ingrained in every fray.
What are you gaining?
And was it worth it anyway?
Running always, but running out of faith.
The last remaining,
Of a class of 29.
Constantly draining,
The final shred of any light.
Running always, but running out of faith.
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