Whenever I write for you
I get so frustrated
A poem should be simple to do
But we have a things that's too complicated
I've been here waiting to run away
But you seem happy enough running in place
I'm scared and I want to stay
But it seems mine is a seperate race
You're out of my league
I'm getting desperate to keep with your pace
And I'm starting to feel the fatigue
But I'll never give up the chase
You know it's true
There's nothing I won't sacrifice
So what should I do?
I need your advice
Because the race hasn't even begun
This is still the time trial
And my time is almost done
I'm going home in a while
But home is not where my heart will be
You have it, the lock, and the key
And while I'm unsure of what we will ever come to
One thing's for sure: I _ _ _ _ YOU!
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