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Slow and Steady Wins the Race

I can't stand when you walk away
in the middle of a fight.
And I'm left in your bed
unsure of how to make things right.

it's wrong, all fucking wrong. �
Everything I try.
How do I stand up for myself
and still be polite?
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Sometimes the way you read me
is just the beginning and the end. �
Like you're back in school,
preparing for the test. �
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Listen to my words,
you may not agree
But that doesn't mean I'm wrong. �
That is you and this is me. �
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Every time we fall
I think 'we had a good run'.
But the finish line is still so far �
and I know we aren't done. �
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Please don't try to race me
we help eachother side to side.
matching in stride
patience no pride
Love is a choice �
Let's take our time.