What if I’m not meant to run

Marathon

Maybe I’m endured

These trails are thin

But look within our little light

Only shines on you

Dims me on 3

One, two, three

December

The fruits you bare, would die out here

Is it enough to even care

Would I have to wait light years

Spaceships, Cosmos

Is this really how it’s got to go

I don’t know, I don’t know

There’s no air to grow

Mama a little vandal put a hole in your wall

What have you been through

My touch could heal you

You won’t even touch me

Touch me

You won’t even touch me

Touch me

You won’t even touch me

Touch me

You won’t even touch me

Touch me

Sugar to sweet

Bitter is weak

Don’t describe me

It’s been a long week

You won’t even touch me

Touch me

I should stop rushing

Rushing

I’m out of breathe