Hands up to the sky and screaming People with the broken feelings Lost in mazes, lost to find themselves. My confession's I've been wasted Time that I was tryin' chase and I'm no more keep running from myself.
Everybody has their stories Some of us are being sorry. Most of all 'bout things we've never done Thinkin' that the time's been stolen. That we'll never have this moment Anyway we keep going to run.