Run (Revised Version)

I've overtaken many times before, And now I'm knocking on a closing door. I don't know what for. I'm not excited anymore. Got my shoulders bruised, fists unclenched. I got knocked out off the range. I feel like sitting On a wet paint bench. On a running lane. On a running lane. On a running Lane. On a running lane. I'm sick of seeking for the open door. I still remember how it was before, But I don't know what for. I'm not excited anymore. Although the laziest sacked, all tactics changed, Plans and figures look so strange. I am still running, Being totally deranged. On a running lane. On a running lane. On a running lane. On a running lane. Run, tiger, run Towards The sun. Right to the place Where the race begun. On A running lane. On a running lane. On a running lane. On a running Run, Run, Run, Run, run, Run, run, run.