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Why on earth do I smile for free? What do I win when I sit pretty? I’m as dumb as the lamb bloodied in a tree And I’m runnin toward runnin toward more Red lipstick for the family feast Fire it back, I didn’t come for peace Hands in my lap Holding my own leash But I’m runnin toward runnin toward more Runnin toward Runnin toward more Bare feet on the splintered floor If this is the prize Who’s keeping score I keep runnin toward Runnin toward more Songbird trapped in a quiet dream Ma says twist into something clean Every good girl is a little mean I’m runnin toward runnin toward more Trade my spine for a hand-me-down Smile so wide that it takes me out Polite applause, now release the hounds Still I’m runnin toward runnin toward more Runnin toward Runnin toward more Bare feet on the splintered floor If this is the prize Who’s keeping score I keep runnin toward Runnin toward more If I stopped dead Would the room go cold Would the ground give way Or would it finally hold It’s mine, all mine Not another chore Burns my tongue Still I ask for more Runnin toward Runnin toward more Bare feet on the splintered floor If this is the prize Who’s keeping score I keep runnin toward Runnin toward more I keep runnin toward, runnin toward more © 2026 misscalamity