My conscience was declared dead She was drinking bleach from the bottle last night The ambulance came too late Since it ran over my stress management After one month of sleepless night My love for myself scored some heroin He od'd in a corner of my brain In a lake of puke and urine So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days Another night in a bar to put anxiety a sock in the mouth He spat it right back in my face Before even buying another round While rationality and self-esteem were fighting each other In lonely streets They both got stabbed in their backs Isn't this bad luck or irony? So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days So, run away, run away, run away Well I guess this is one of those days