Letras:Gatsby's American Dream. Nicarockya.

So run away to find solace
In the nothingness of running day to day
It?s over, nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken
And you can?t run anywhere

What was it for and was it all worth fighting for?
Now I want you to find a way to your happiness
Running was easy
But now you?ll go back to your happiness