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do you ever feel



compared to others



nothing in your life is wrong?



yet you pray and hope



a miracle will take it's place



put you back together



and hold you through with the night?







well she did



and he did



and i stood at the side



feeling them times 3



she beat me in this race



she did speak first



and i've known all along



be dismissed



i should've left propriety



to stand outside in cold



i was the one who'd known



i was



i was







i didn't speak i was too scared



and in the mirror i look



selfish



so selfish







i should farewelled inhibitions



and asked you at all cost



it seem though now i missed the hit



what really could i have lost?







you detracted, trembled, clenched and clutched



and noting could i do



she beat in this race and i fear



though selfish, she means more to you







and it's ok i do understand



but really what i can i help



that i want to be her this miracle girl



but she got to you first



and it seems it could've been much  worse







i stayed up all night



worried and cried



clenching the empty air



thinking of you



sleeping as two



and the fact that i could'nt be there



but oh, i should've been there







it' s seems that in one situation, with the things that you learn



hinders another, crash like plane, and burns burns burns







my head was spinning, is nothing this right



i want to give you wings



cry absolution



i should be happy for you, but how can i be



when all i think of



'it was her, not me?'