This race, this fight,
That we're both in.
I know the difference between
Two very similar girls.
You play by your own rules,
And throw the rest of us away.
I look ahead,
On the straight and narrow.
You'll get the prizes
All that shiny gold.
I am left behind,
Empty handed.
But it's fading short.
Your glory days are ending.
You've won the sprint.
But I've taken the marathon.
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