I ran for miles and miles, searching for meaning
Avoiding the truth for some strange reason
Through meadows and storms, unsteady breathing
Close my eyes to hide from the bleeding
The thorns at the core
Cut me down 'til I'm no more
Nowhere near that seashore
Running circles, therefore
I'm lost in an ocean of my very own emotion
And I wish I had a potion
Or a helping hand of notion
To remind me why I'm here
Why I'm valid and sincere
Why I have to stay here
Why I can't just disappear
But it seems that I struggle, running through the jungle
The meadows, the woods—all I do is fumble
With my words, with my heart, it all just falls apart
And I wish I could just say it, but I don't think I can stop.
