Keep running for you're on your own.
They’ll be after you till you reach a dead-end.
They’ll blow candles and celebrate,
Throw parties and have cakes.

They won’t remember where you came from,
Or who you loved and who you died for.
They won’t miss your existence,
Or all the things you’ve done for them.

It’s a pain to keep memories in place,
A pain to keep them organized in your head.
They will laugh and forget while you run.
Those devils won’t leave you alone,
They never will.

Too much of this plus too much of that,
Them, devils, will continue to chase.
Them, devils, will continue to haunt.
The voice in your head, the one which speaks to you,
Them, devils, do all of it.
Why? You ask repeatedly with the same tone.
Oh, how should they know?
They’ve only loved you as much as you’ve loved yourself.