im out of breath, im running fast from the shawdos stitched into my past. do you see my mane in the night? the girl i was still haunts my name, shes made of silence, and stitched with shame. you saw me last did i seem fine? did my smile still look like mine? i wear her face, i speak her lies, but something in me still slowly dies. each night i run, but not to win, the war is waged beneath my skin. a horse left waiting in the stall, to slow for it all. eyes like fire, but doomed to fall. my heart is too weak to bear the weight, still racing toward a twisted fate. so hold me close, dont look away, just tell me it will end today. the gates swing open one final time. dont say im strong, or built to fight, just tell me you think im nice, tell me the race will end tonight.