I never be the best lover you ever had
Even though i've wrote thousands of lovesongs
The distance of your image from my vision became so long
But i walked, I ran , i fell, then i stood and chased you so bad
Being Sad,being glad or being dead
I cannot choose which way to go to chase you
and ways to make you pleased
Hows it going to be
A depressed marathon race to keep up with you
Or a desperate sprint i will face to win your heart
Athletically im not qualified
Poetically im adequate to run in words with you
Running through flows
Running through rhymes
and fall apart in the finish line
In the end of the line
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