Nothing much to do
Why oh why
Running fails
Always returning
To your place
Every day hurts
When I sleep alone
Dreaming scared
You sit there
Mocking my fingers
Laughing at me
Weakness comes
Doubts cloud up my head
Nothing's clear
All I know
That soon before long
I will win.
I will win
Again and again
I will win.
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