| I’m still scared. |
| Afraid of failing
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| Anticipating, the ride to end.
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| before the wheels begin to move.
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| (Run away) So I can hide.
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| (Run away) I’ve mastered feeling nothing.
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| (Run away) I’m dead inside.
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| (Run away) Why don’t I care?
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| Waste my time, commiserating,
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| Self medicating — it’s my design
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| Although I know you don’t approve
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| (Run away) So I can hide.
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| (Run away) I’ve mastered feeling nothing.
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| (Run away) I’m dead inside.
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| (Run away) Why don’t I care?
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| The truth is that I’m not so good
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| At showing how I feel.
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| Or keeping my mouth shut
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| When there’s something to conceal.
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| Or knowing how to love,
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| Love’s not in my memories
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| How can I rise above
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| All my insecurities
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| (Run away) So I can hide.
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| (Run away) I’ve mastered feeling nothing.
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| (Run away) I’m dead inside.
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| (Run away) Why don’t I care?
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| (Run away) I fight the tide
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| (Run away) The ebb and flow consuming
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| (Run away) Still by my side
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| (Run away) Why should you care? |