I will never be the one who wins

when I take my bow or if I win that crown

my helpless mind will look around

a smile on my face

a dagger in my heart

broken I will stand

pretending I have everything I'll ever want.


So I'll let the time tick

our eyes will never meet again

my lips will never murmur such a name

you will leave

I will stay


and I'll always regret what I didn't say.

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