Races.

I'm running a race
and you're the prize
but I can't cross the finish line
because I've closed my eyes,
because I can't see you with her,
no, I can't bear to see you together anymore.
If only you knew how much it hurt
to be on the other side of this,
living each day to watch you smile,
wishing you were mine
and I was yours, I was yours.
Maybe someday you'll see me
even if it's only in my dreams,
because even then you'll be smiling at me
and I think that's all I'll need to live forever.
I've noticed it's an endless race,
one that forever goes in circles,
but I don't really care.
In my mind I see you,
you're so beautiful,
and, hey, a girl can dream.
I wish you could see me running
and catch me in your arms
and hold me close to you
and I hope you never let go.
I'm running a race
and you're the prize
but I can't cross the finish line.