Running and writing in
place
Trying to find an ounce of grace
Searching in the mirror for my
lost face
Since there is no meaning for I to brace
I'm just floating weightless in the cyber
abyss of space
I'm thinking I need to win this race
So help me fill my strawberry red heart with
black lace
because one day I'll be gone without a trace
and I can't seem to slow the
pace