He was your silver medal
A consolation prize in my eyes
Nowhere near the best you can do
And you knew it to
Now in your days of freedom
With blood and sweat in your pen
The gold medal is just out of reach
Or so it seems again
What worked on all the rest
Won't melt the heart in a golden chest
For he knows all of your crimes this time
And you know them to
It must be strange trying to prove yourself
In a life spent feeling proven
What's worse is knowing anyone but me
Will be your silver medal
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
He was your silver medal
A consolation prize in my eyes
Nowhere near the best you can do
And you knew it to
Now in your days of freedom
With blood and sweat in your pen
The gold medal is just out of reach
Or so it seems again
What worked on all the rest
Won't melt the heart in a golden chest
For he knows all of your crimes this time
And you know them to
It must be strange trying to prove yourself
In a life spent feeling proven
What's worse is knowing anyone but me
Will be your silver medal
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