Escape Journey
I stepped on gum that was stuck to the subway and felt like I couldn't stand anything anymoreAh, just stop everything already. There's no value in sticking around hereI didn't care for this place from the start; it's not worth getting mad overThe adversity of days spent experiencing hardship, if my dreams have become a burden then there's no helping it
I can't easily run on rainy days with worn-out sneakersI can't easily laugh in difficult times with a worn-out soul
I ran through the crowds of people, unable to endure it. When I think about it now, that was the beginningMy escape from society, beaten down. If it doesn't go well, I'll show them all and dieIt's more fitting to say I failed to die than to say I survivedFor those of us like that, our long journey has only just begun
The more I thought that I wanted to live in freedom, the stronger the headwinds blew against meIn the end, no matter where I go, every place has its own problemsBut if that's how it is, then that's all the more reason I have to choose myselfWhen the end comes for me, I want to see myself with no regrets
The cowardice I managed to shake off is aiming to expose me for who I really amThe troubles I overcame are changing their appearance and bearing down on me
I slipped through a rain of bullets; this is the battleground I choseI don't have time to be a slave to my dreams, hourly wages, or society as a wholeIt's more fitting to say I'm being kept alive than to say I survivedFor those of us like that, our long journey was by no means a lonely one
If it gets us to run, then I'm sure anything is fineEven if it's an obligation, an escape, how society sees us, or being hated unjustlyThe problem is how far we can goHow long can we keep on fighting?
I didn't care for this place from the start; I was looking for any reason at allI'll go and step on that gum that's stuck there and blame my feelings on thatBecause in my case I want to run away, but despite that I'm still fighting nowI think things are fine that way
I ran through the crowds of people, unable to endure it. I want to live my life with the speed I had on that dayThe weight of the ideals we hold so tightly, equivalent to our tears of frustrationMy escape from society to find a place to die, in fact, became a place to liveFor those of us like that, it seems the end of our long journey is still far, far away