I’ve been writing fears on the back of my hands

Hoping I could wash ’em off in the ocean

But the salt on my skin just burns again

Guess you can’t outrun what’s already broken

Streetlights flicker like my heartbeat

Late nights talking to a past I can’t delete

I’ve been hiding from the ghost in my chest

But it knows me best… yeah, it knows me best

Every shadow that I chase

Keeps returning to my face

And I’m tired of all the ways I lie to myself

So I’m running, running, running from myself

With my hands tied, caught between heaven and hell

Can’t escape the echo in my lungs

Screaming out the person I’ve become

I’m running, running, running toward the light

But the past keeps pulling me back every night

Maybe I’ve been fighting with no help

I’m running from myself

I still wear my shame like a jacket

Too heavy for the summer in my soul

Tried love, but I always crash it

Too scared of someone taking control

I’ve been dancing with the memories

Drunk on all the pain they leave

Guess healing isn’t clean, it’s a war on repeat

And it cuts so deep… yeah, it cuts so deep

Every step I’m losing ground

Still I’m terrified of turning ‘round

‘Cause I don’t wanna meet the eyes I’ve tried to shelve

So I’m running, running, running from myself

With my hands tied, caught between heaven and hell

Can’t escape the echo in my lungs

Screaming out the person I’ve become

I’m running, running, running toward the light

But the past keeps pulling me back every night

Maybe I’ve been fighting with no help

I’m running from myself

Maybe someday I’ll stop the bleeding

Maybe someday I’ll trust the feeling

That I’m worth more than all the scars I never show

But tonight I’m still afraid

Of the mess that I have made

I’m not lost… I’m just not ready to let go

Still I’m running, running, running from myself

But I see a spark, a crack in the shell

Can’t erase the echo in my lungs

But I won’t be defined by what I’ve done

I’m running, running, reaching for the light

Even if I fade before I get it right

Maybe healing’s something slow as hell

I’m running… from myself

One day I’ll stop and face the mirror on my shelf

Till then, I’m running from myself