Living in a rundown apartment
This is not my spot... I am not comfortable.
Bugs ruling the floor, rats taking over...
No way, I cannot live like this.
I been there before, and these things
Are gone free from me, because
I cannot live like this.

This is a joke...picking my clothes up from the
Water down faucets, just to see things floating
Things I am not interested in...
I am walking in the corner, and let me say
If my "friends" were waiting for me
It would rather be a better place.

Yes, I found a good friend...and he means so
Much to me, that those other ******* were
Passing phases in my life.
I cannot live like that; so, my hope is that
He is the one to share what life is,
Because all this other stuff is not good for me.

Chorus:
I am not a runner...i like run towards you,
There is more than people running from me.
I know I played a cat and rat race that force
Us to a new place, but it is not going to be
The same. How long can I live like this?