By the time I realized it, I had already been given a number
Participating even though I don't remember saying anything
By the time I realized it, the starting pistol was firing
Not even knowing the final goal, I took off running
Out of breath, chasing, stumbling, losing sight of things, where am I?
Only seeing the same scenery, yet I still continue to go on a bit
There are no spectators, live broadcast, or commentary, absolutely no one there to offer praise
The back of the one in front of me, I can’t ever, ever reach it...
The handicap I was burdened with is truly absurd, yet dropping out midway isn't allowed
This race is bogus
And yet all I can do is keep running...
According to the ideal scenario, I'm supposed to find my "better half in life"
But I have no expectations of finding such a person, right?
The more you lose yourself in it, the number of overlooked water stations increases
Sweat and tears no longer come forth, but I continue going forward a bit
Encouragement, excitement, and insults cannot be heard, no one sees me at all
Forever afraid of the shadow creeping up from behind, I just keep running away...
The course I folow, amongst all the twist and turns, becomes something different than what I wished for
This race is bogus
And yet all I can do is keep running
With my breath leaving me, running in these worn-out shoes
Countless times I’ve wanted to stop my feet and yet
That which ties together the lonely nights and desolate mornings
Is the desire to be proud of myself
There are no spectators, live broadcast or commentary, absolutely no one there to offer praise
The back of the one in front of me, I can't ever, ever reach it...
The handicap I was burdened with is truly absurd, yet dropping out midway isn't allowed
This race is bogus and yet...
I'm sure as hell not gonna let it end yet!