I'll hang up my red ribbon
Still your favorite color is blue
History repeating
I ran my race for the finish
I trained all year
But when she hits the pavement
Effortlessly
I struggle.
My lungs inhale fire.
My heart pounds jungle drums.
My feet hold lead.
She cruises the course
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Second place is not a place to you
Maybe I didn't want it enough
At least I wanted it at all
I watch her run ahead
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Just to keep her insight.
She steals your heart whole
I struggle.
Just to place.
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