Fighting through the siring pain
All because I will only gain
Thoughts run rampent, weighing me down
I must let go and only listen to the beating sound
The constant pulse, keeps the time
When I’m done it will all be fine
I know the end is coming near
I refuse to shed a single tear
For I have won, the enduring race
And at much to fast a pace
I collapse against the unforgiving ground
My head is spinning round and round
A voice far away yells let’s do again
Get on the line let’s begin
“Push it ladies, its do or die”
This is why they call them "suicides"
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