honestly..
I'm running away..
I'm running fast, guys..
really fast..
but reality is always faster than me..
pathetic..
is a word that really me..
clinging onto me and still there whenever, wherever..
one to other times..
one to other places..
I'm running, dude..
hell really fast..
too fast till I can't even seen my way..
I can't see you..
I can't see them..
I can't even see my own ugly shadow on the mirror..
what I'm running from is always there..
right in front of me..
so it seems I run toward something that I try to avoid..
pathetic, huh.?
but that's who I am right now..
a childish lady with 'pathetic' on my tag..
so..
what I supposed to do.?
I'm running, man..
I keep in running..
step by step..
because all I know is just run..
placing my foot one after another..
making leaps as lots as I can..
in every second..
hell, yeah..
I'm running fast..
run to NOTHING..
