They say you can Runaway from the pain
But what happens when it's falling like the rain
No matter where you go, no matter you hide, the problem's still there
And the problem doesn't care
No it doesn't care if you're rich or poor
The problem doesn't care if you have it all or if you need some more
But still we try and run
We go and run to something more fun
Something more safe
Now you might be asking what is this problem you keep referring to
I'll have to tell you that is something you get to do
Figure that out
For my time to pout
Has long since gone
Gone, like my will to run
