I need a story right now
And I want it to be my own
But sometimes I get tired
In this laziness
I fall into another story
That's not my own, not my own
Where is my story right now
Cause I don't wanna let it go
Want the optics of a tiger
I had a path, but details shift
At least I know that it's my own
Yeah it's my own
I was a runaway, runaway
Life in the fast lane, I had my own
I was a runaway, runaway oh
I was a runaway, runaway
Afraid to stay I, I had my own way
I was a runaway, runaway oh
I end up in this place where all I want is a story
Get lost in a fable, but this route is predatory
About another day, struggle in another way
Need a better higher word cause sometimes the lines are blurred
I'm not enough it seems I'm fading this life right now is internally frustrating
And all around it seem people trading short term mediocre for a better rating
My hands are cold
Spin spin spin
And my mind is blurry
I won't live
Spin spin spin
I'm unraveling
I can't begin to understand or know
Who I am or where to go
Spin spin spin
My mind is blurry
And I'm running too fast in such a hurry
Spin spin spin
I need to feel and if I don't I'll run to what's not real