The Running Man

Sit down, take a rest

Don’t run anymore

Take a deep breath

Let’s your soul speak

With a frank word

Don’t lie

Run through the air

So fast, light speed

Such an angel, pretty

But not your heart

Just a fake face

Ugly behind the mask

Hey running man, stop

Don’t be afraid

Just want to asked something

Where is the money

Jabir got a gun, and starving

He like your strawberry head