Running

I'm running out of time
Forced to decide
To choose the beat path
Or to feel the wrath
When I take a different ride

There's nothing in this world
That you have to do
To be frightened by tradition
Is a cheap excuse
I, I realize
I, I sympathize
But we can't live with those lies

And you won't always be sure
When your judgments seem pure
Every choice you make
Could be a mistake
But at least they were yours

Complain that you can't win
When you've chosen to fit in
Responsibility's gone
I know that's wrong
Conformity can be a sin

Now I judge on my own scales
So I know when I have failed
The decisions are mine
I'll take my time
Only it will surely tell

I'm running out of time