The first time I knew the world was too much,
I stood still, waiting for the noise to quiet down.
But the silence never came, only the hum of despair,
Whispering that I’d always be one step behind.
I’m running, but I’m not going anywhere.
I stood still, waiting for the noise to quiet down.
But the silence never came, only the hum of despair,
Whispering that I’d always be one step behind.
I’m running, but I’m not going anywhere.