Race

In my race, to have it all
To nail it all, I have become
A useless bag, a dead mans sack
All these things find me now
But I get myself a good nights sleep
I dont know what to do about you now
Sometimes breathings
The hardest thing to do
Im runnin after you
Two souls leavin
ever feelin down
never turn around
I keep on, movin round
Turnin down the things you do
Would it change anything
Heavenly Saints at all
But I get myself a good nights sleep
I dont know what to do about you now
Sometimes breathins
The hardest thing to do
Runnin after you
Two souls leavin
ever feelin down
never turn around
Now that I know, yeah
You know that I will
Now that I know
I keep on movin, cruisin
Sometimes breathings
The hardest thing to do
Runnin after you
Two souls leavin
ever feelin down
never turn around
Sometimes breathings (We could make it and it)
The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside)
Runnin after you
Sometimes breathings (We could make it and it)
The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside)
Runnin after you
Two souls leavin (Now we can make it and it)
ever feelin down (Should be alright cause theres bad things inside)
Never turn around