Racing, growing and never knowing
Well not to long ago
When I would run in a race I was always slow
I did'nt have a blast
because when I raced I was last
It stunk because I wanted to win
but my chances to win were always slim
but years went by and things were the same
until one day racing wasn't that lame
I wouldn't win, but I wasn't in the back
the kids that were fast now were last
I notcied that years had gone by and that was okay
Because I never would have won back in the day!
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