I deserve nice things but always end up with the raw end of the deal
I watched the runners racing by,
The leaders like gazelles;
And hours later came the stragglers
In their living hells.
The early racers had the crowds
All cheering their support.
For those still chugging on at dusk,
Such comforting fell short.
The packs in front had sunshine,
Water, camera crews and food,
Keeping smiles and spirits soaring
In that moving multitude.
So the slowest marathoners
Get the raw end of the deal:
No spectators or sustenance –
I wonder how they feel.
As long as they keep slogging, though,
It doesn’t really matter.
They didn’t think they’d get their medals
On a silver platter.
And yet my heart goes out to them –
Determined and still racing,
Despite the hunger, cold and darkness
That they must be facing.
Let’s hear it for the stragglers,
Whose hope does not diminish.
Perhaps that will be just enough
To get them to the finish.
i lie here hopin 2 lay the blame
feelin the ache and all of the pain
full of hate and disbelief
up all night
knowin i'm not gona get no no relief
cuz i own all the questions
and the needing to know why
but...
it wasn't me who delivered the lie
or was it...
thats how it makes me feel
damn ryt i got the raw end of the deal
hurt, hatred, humiliation
all side effects of your creation
no meeting of minds
no mutual respect
just deciet and neglect
always left with this
trapped in this deep dark abyss.
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