endurance run was always the activity i hated most as a child. designed to test the stamina, constitution, and sheer determination of even the most athletic eight year old, it was a gruelling sixteen hundred metres. four times around the field. one mile. the prize was a rating based on how quickly the mile was completed: excellence, gold, silver, bronze... i always knew i wouldn't be good enough, and always ran anyway.this is reality, and it is a metaphor for every goal i have sought to achieve; even if i feel like my lungs are going to burst into fire and collapse, i still don't want to give up. maybe in the next second i will succeed.
so many times i have let myself down. only time will tell if it's all worth it.
i want to outrun all my mistakes. i can do it...
my legs break down at the side o’ the road
i got a hundred and fifty more clicks to go
running to reach you before nightfall
the thing is, i might not make it at all
everytime i tried to catch you before
you drifted away more and more
i’m a lightning rod in the storm
and you were gone that Sunday morn
i walked outside and started to run
just to feel your breath leaving my lungs
and i thought i saw you, and followed you here
now I’m not sure you were ever near
even the times i held you close
and you look so smart in your smart new clothes
you were begging another part
you were letting go of my heart
my legs collapse at the end of the path
i can’t even breathe enough to laugh
running to reach you once again
i’ve got a feeling i already know how this ends
you were begging another part
you were letting go of my heart
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