How do you do it
The pressure is killing you
I know it

It's already started
You can call it maturity
But your lying

It's killed your love
You use to love running
Now you just love blood

If you don't win
What's the point
When did that become you?

Am I too late
are you too far gone
I want to try

yet I can't help but see
the guy I love dying
and he never even stopped running