Run, run, run. Run to follow you. Run to win this
Race. Race to you, only to lose myself. Race to see your
smile, or head a Polite word of love. I'm not running
Run, run, run, from my past. To a future that doesn't
exist. To hold a hand that doesn't hold mine. To give
my heart, while you keep yours, and crush mine!
I don't want to run this race anymore!!!
I have reached the finish line; there is no glory. I have
lost. I haven't gained a Victory, but defeat.
Run, run run, a new Race. I will run to life, away
from you. You run your race, and I will win Mine.
I'm running to that smile, that hand, that heart...They
are all mine. So you run your race to your finish
line...Your race not mine.