look at all of us running. always behind, always late. we're always playing catch up in this human race. all of these young men, dying of old age. to feel alive could cost you everything. it's hard to hold onto your ideals when you've lost your innocence. when the dreams you've caught aren't the dreams you've chased. now your hearts are bleeding to keep this pace. the kid you were hates the man you became. you can't remember what you wanted, you just can't feel the same. remember what you wanted. remember what you chased.