race SELF - Qoiet

So I pick a pen, point it at my head

I wish I had a mother fuckin gun instead

And I scare myself with the things I say

But the person in the mirror doesn’t wear my face

So I tell myself every fucking day

As long as you keep walking you’re still on your way

But my footsteps fade in the fucking rain

I’m just waiting for myself to find a chance to faint

I’m lost

I’m lost

I’m lost and I can’t recall

I’m lost

I’m lost

I’m lost on my fucking way

I wanna run away, run away

Let me escape this place, escape this place

Can I win a race against myself

Is there a quiet place in hell

I wanna run away, run away

Let me escape this place, escape this place

Can I win a race against myself

Is there a quiet place in hell