Minutes, I count as my life
Every moment only strife
Routines and schedules, block my days
Got no time for admiring my face
Rush, someone might win over you
Rush to get into the top few
But, your speed is still no rare
And you're getting nowhere
Time decides my rest hours, not need
My time is determined by others indeed
But, mine is certainly no special case
No one's got time to admire and praise.
Rush, someone might win over you
Rush to get into the top few
But, your speed is still no rare
And you're getting nowhere
But, what is this race for?
Money, fame, wot for?
Someone else decides how our life's gonna be
And that someone would barely know about me
Who I am? Do I have a say?
What is the need to sprint their way?
I'll chose how my hours will go
Whether I gotto say yes or no
And let me face, whatever I may
I am not going to sprint their way.
So, hush, no one can win over me
Hush, I am certainly into the top, you see
May not be my speed, but, my choice is rare
I can't run for going nowhere.
