Jul 22, 2006 09:15
im frustrated that i dont know when to quit
the race can run me to the ground and all i can do is look up and frown
look up toward the winners seat, waiting to be crowned.
run, run, run yourself ragged till youve aged yourself 100's of years
get ready for the fear get ready for the chair
get ready for the dare, a place a place
covered in rubble nothing to lose
wheres the end? wheres the end?
why why why why why
do i tend to push myself this way
think over and over and over
stay stuck in one spot, is OCD addictive
or are we addicted to OCD
i cant complete that thought afraid of the answer
and places that we all want to run to
to hide away from the fear
run, run, run, run
keep running, till you hit the ground
keep running, its a place we will all be crowned.