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When you feel like you're getting nowhere, and nothing.
Your arms stretch as hard as they can,
but still the light is so far away,
That eventually you know you'll lose sight.
I'm running a race of endurance.
I know I haven't got far - the hundreds of signs all sides of me say so,
But it feels as though my feet have turned to glass,
Chunks of the soles keep chipping away with each pounding step.
The lactic acid oozes from my aching muscles,
Acid that makes me want to stop and curl up as it burns my insides.
I'm weak-willed and cowardly;
And i'll never get to see the end with my own eyes.
A trip, then a fall, and I rest on the hard ground.
The scrapes and grazes don't do justice for the wounds within.
Your arms stretch as hard as they can,
but still the light is so far away,
That eventually you know you'll lose sight.
I'm running a race of endurance.
I know I haven't got far - the hundreds of signs all sides of me say so,
But it feels as though my feet have turned to glass,
Chunks of the soles keep chipping away with each pounding step.
The lactic acid oozes from my aching muscles,
Acid that makes me want to stop and curl up as it burns my insides.
I'm weak-willed and cowardly;
And i'll never get to see the end with my own eyes.
A trip, then a fall, and I rest on the hard ground.
The scrapes and grazes don't do justice for the wounds within.
Heh, i wrote these over the past days, just thought i'd post them up.
Feeling poetic today then?
When you feel like you're getting nowhere, and nothing.
Your arms stretch as hard as they can,
but still the light is so far away,
That eventually you know you'll lose sight.
I'm running a race of endurance.
I know I haven't got far - the hundreds of signs all sides of me say so,
But it feels as though my feet have turned to glass,
Chunks of the soles keep chipping away with each pounding step.
The lactic acid oozes from my aching muscles,
Acid that makes me want to stop and curl up as it burns my insides.
I'm weak-willed and cowardly;
And i'll never get to see the end with my own eyes.
A trip, then a fall, and I rest on the hard ground.
The scrapes and grazes don't do justice for the wounds within.
Your arms stretch as hard as they can,
but still the light is so far away,
That eventually you know you'll lose sight.
I'm running a race of endurance.
I know I haven't got far - the hundreds of signs all sides of me say so,
But it feels as though my feet have turned to glass,
Chunks of the soles keep chipping away with each pounding step.
The lactic acid oozes from my aching muscles,
Acid that makes me want to stop and curl up as it burns my insides.
I'm weak-willed and cowardly;
And i'll never get to see the end with my own eyes.
A trip, then a fall, and I rest on the hard ground.
The scrapes and grazes don't do justice for the wounds within.