I was a poet when I woke up But now the words are running out of my head And when I'm dreaming, I'm sculptor, But really I can't even get out of bed. It's a lack of motivation, I guess it not complicated, Why try to pick all the pieces? I'll probably **** it all up in the end. But I want it baby, I want it so bad it hurts, And I ache all over, And I thinking I'm getting worse. Should I start running? Should I start running away? Should I start running? My problems chase me wherever I go. I gotta focus on my breathing, Cause I'm feeling like a kick in the head, Over-tired and over-sleeping, But I prefer it when I feel like I'm dead. Now I gotta get my head straight, I'm making way too many mistakes, I'm always thinking of excuses, To not try too hard, just let me pretend. That I want it baby, I want it so bad it hurts, And I ache all over, And I thinking I'm getting worse. Should I start running? Should I start running away? Should I start running? My problems chase me wherever I go. I don't wanna fade out. I don't wanna fade out. Should I start running? Should I start running away? Should I start running? My problems chase me wherever I go. I don't wanna fade out. (My problems chase me wherever I go) I don't wanna fade out. (My problems chase me wherever I go)