as my moment follows me

and as my shade gets small enough, i jump over those memories. 110 degrees.
and as the people follow me, it takes a little you and me. otherwise, tries turn into repeat.
takes just a couple of feet to see that if your lack of interest opens up or bars your thinking,
step by step your pace is shortening my breath. it stopped 2, 3, 4 secs ago. i'll give it one more try. let's go.

and as my moment follows me, i run out of time.

i guess this is the end. let's see that efforts were not strong enough. it could have been so great.
maybe things would have turned out better, if i were a little more self-confident, a little more like them.

'cause think they're killing your mind. 'cause i think they'll make you walk into their lives.