The clouds supporting me aren't everlasting
Every night I tell myself maybe this one time they won't fade away
But my ears ring a song oh so familiar
Where shivers of guilt and remorse crawl over my skin
It only further confirms my doubts
If for one second I could close my eyes and stop the clock
I would breathe for the first time
The weight of the world off my shoulders
I could come and go freely
Why can't I move in a world where movement is survival?
My nerve's efforts go in vain as my body lacks response
Stop the clock
I beg for you, father
Alleviate my soul
For I can't go any longer
On a planet made for runners
