Race
Addictive just like ecstasy
I guess they can't get enough me
Fonded by the beauty
They say It brings great chemistry
As soon as I build feelings
then that becomes the death of me
Why is it when I constantly run
They still chase after me
As soon as I let them get close in
They already get so tired of me
Always lose never win
My heart crumbles entirely
Faliure, unease the feeling of chagrin
More than just a pretty face
Yes I do enjoy an chase a
But when I let you win
I expect you to stay in 1st place
Please don't play pretend
And don't you dare lie to my face
Competition? Too bad I already let you win the race
And I'm the one stuck in last place
When the new race begin
I no longer care for the chase
Earasing all the men
The goal is that "I" win in my own pace
Copyright © Daisha Collins | Year Posted 2017
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