The race is won And no one has ever become someone
My skill says I'm ashamed to be When I laugh it don't mean that it's funny I really hate this, it turns me on My mind is broken with the heaviest heart
The race is won Make up to come undone
I can't, yes, I can No, no, I can't Yes, no, I can, I, I
Well, I need to breathe watching you move Well, it's coming cold, it's coming cold for all free I really hate this, it turns me on My mind is broken with the heaviest heart
The race is won Make up to come undone The race is won No one has ever become someone
They did it They talk of a dead end, they talk Fuck you all You know about sinning I get lost coming around You know it's hard sometimes for the pretty when you're wasted
The race is won No one has ever become someone
Walk by and fall in the greaser I feel contempt ugly Walk by and fall in the greaser I'll serve my sentence searching for you
