How can I compete when the only outcome is defeat? I've been thinking and writing all week, I forgot to eat. Food is getting cold but not colder than my heart. I've lost all feeling; now it's time to restart. I tried to give you space, but the loneliness I couldn't embrace. I moved too fast, messed up the pace, Now this love is gone too quick like a Sunday drag race. It's a disgrace, but I know my place.