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Feb 2015
I always seem to be a step behind
The biggest, fastest, strongest,
As they run away with your heart.
I follow in their footsteps,
The bigger, faster, stronger
Waiting to catch you
When they toss you aside.
But there's always another
Who's bigger, faster, stronger
To catch you when you fall.
I follow on, heart on my sleeve.
But am I chasing after something already gone?
Written by
Masked Pain
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