I wonder, how youd feel if it was you in my place.
If it was you burning down in the flames.
Id like to see, how youd feel if you were the one running, running in this death race.
Id like to see how youd feel if you were blamed.
Blamed for something you havent done.
But when you feel and when you realize, youre not the one.
The one they stare down when you try to rise from below the ground.
You feel like you just fell off a 10 story building.
You expect me to catch you, but I wont.
Youve been dissed and you feel like you dont matter.
You expect me to feel sorry for you, but I dont.
Like you enjoy watching my burn.
Im taking my turn.
To watch you turn to ashes.
As you experience how you feel being in my place.
Inching your way to losing this race.
I lend you a hand to help you out.
Like you never did while I was running for my life.
Hoping you feel what this is all about.
