Ex.Factor

I've never been the type to reside in the past
In my mind, love and its associates never came last
I always believed in equality
And eventually I allowed it to get the best of me
I came to you, innocently, with unknown motives
Causing our paths to clash as racing locomotives
I handed you myself on a silver plate
Claimed I'd be willing to beat you if you joined the race
To win your liking, and maybe later, your love
An achievement I seeked to later flaunt of
I've prepared myself accordingly
Read various books, indulged every word voraciously
Altogether preparing myself to catch up to you
Little did I know the race had been won already
You fooled me into believing there was a chance
A fatal mistake of looking back as did the hare
Simply to find the tortoise at the finish line
Oh, have I been such a fool?
Or am I simply overthinking?
Either way, I refuse to be played for a fool
Because I know exactly what you're thinking
I used to want to catch you so bad
But what's the point of competing for something you can't have?
I guess what's left to do is sit and hold back
No need for me to even try to cover my tracks
When it comes to the game, I've done all the fouls
I know the outcomes, so I'm throwing the towel
To avoid leading on this fragile organ, I'm finished...for now
Knowing deep inside if all "this" is really meant to be
You won't have any problem fighting for me

Bye.