My conscience was declared dead
She was drinking bleach from the bottle last night
The ambulance came too late
Since it ran over my stress management
After one month of sleepless night
My love for myself scored some heroin
He od'd in a corner of my brain
In a lake of puke and urine
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days
Another night in a bar to put anxiety a sock in the mouth
He spat it right back in my face
Before even buying another round
While rationality and self-esteem were fighting each other
In lonely streets
They both got stabbed in their backs
Isn't this bad luck or irony?
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days
So, run away, run away, run away
Well I guess this is one of those days