For so long, I had chased what was running away from me,
thinking it was a chase game…
For so long I had cherished what never wanted me,
thinking I just had to try harder…
Well, my lungs are out on oxygen,
and my heart, blood;
my feet are sore & my soul, hurts…
my desires love the chase, but nature is telling on me.
So when I finally lose you, it was never because I stopped wanting,
It was you who worn me out.