this race began
when i was born
you also know this feeling when
you are torn
the road is glass
my body feels
every shard
the rain's a knife
my shadow is
cruelly cut
destroy my way to help me
i wanna lose myself here
i don't wanna hold sway
if i lose the fire
i'll lose my emotions
i'm gonna be thrown away
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