I'm Running...

Why do people in love fall?

Why do they then cry and call?

What if men aren’t the link?

Leaving blues, not enough pink.

I am picking up,

I’m sweeping the pieces.

And I am picking up,

The broken and cheated.

I am picking up

Though nothing pleases.

But I am picking up, myself.

What if all my friends climb?

What if I get left behind?

What if I always win to fail?

What if I’m just chasing a tail?

I cannot pick me up,

I’m tired and hurt.

And I cannot pick me up,

And I won’t be the first.

I cannot pick me up,

I’m just waiting to burst.

And I can’t pick me, from you.

What if I drive faster and far?

What if I still can’t keep you apart?

What if I pass my pain away?

What if it’s not worth the stay?

I will run and run,

I’m running away.

I will run and run,

Cause life’s a subway.

I will run and run,

It’s just a puppet play.

And I will run and run, on you.