I had a goal,
my destiny, if you will...
but that girl with and ruined it,
with her voice convincingly shrill.
I had my eye on the prize,
But I met my demise.
For her tactics and strategies
caught me by surprise.
I thought I had had it,
that the race was all mine...
but no, I just ran out of time.
That conversation where she twisted my words...
Where she said things so simply fake,
That I actually believed them.
I had feelings of sympathy,
I wish that now I could retrieve them.
She made me feel bad,
but she secretly smiled
an evil poisonous grin.
I thought I had had him,
But the race I lost.
She beat me to the finish line.
She beat me to the prize.
So when I thou gt I had won it,
I actually had no chance.
