I am nothin' but the average
Even though I'm special to some
I can't refuse, I'm going under
No one gives a shit about what's soon to come
What's soon to come
I know my blessing with the privilege
Of doin' anything I want
But I don't feel like getting stronger
In my mind, it's just a game that can't be won
That can't be won
I'm always on the run, run, run, run
Close, but never done, done, done, done
I can't break out when I'm free