Nowhere to Run

Nowhere to run

No more fun

Back against the corner

No words, no dollar

I feel the floor giving away

Nothing left to say

Without further stall

Watch me fall

I'm no superman

But throw me in the frying pan

The sweat, the heat

I'm fresh meat

Teenage anxiety

I'll grow out, I'll see

Expect a saint out of a sinner

Expect victory from a loser