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2005-06-01 01:23:43 ET running running running still behind the leader. fighting fighting fighting can't knock down the fighter. trying to be better than the one that keeps me down But he's always one step ahead and I'm always on the ground. the bastard's smarter and faster and taunts me at every turn While I sit here in my squalor and watch my dreams slowly burn. It's tough, you see, to make a dent, to change who I am, to be better than my idol, to beat him at his game. He constantly brings me down, and reminds me of my place, mocking me and laughing as I try desperatly to save face. It's hard to be that person become a better man When my opponent is myself showing me who I am. |
