| | dedication - 7.16.06
every day after day, the sweat drips down
and the look on his face becomes more a frown
and the strain doesn't matter and he'll never give up
because whatever he does, it'll never be enough
without thanks, or a smile, or a motherfucking glance
without a single word, and god forbid romance
isolated, all alone, but proud nonetheless
he pushes hard and harder with every single breath
how many countless hours and how many wasted days
did he let pass by before he learned his perfect ways?
gotta push some more, gotta make it all up
gotta make it all better, gotta never mess up
gotta use all he's got, and get all he needs
gotta wake up in the morning and get up off his knees
(where he fell last night, cause he never gave up -
cause he kept on trying to beat himself (up))
and the drive that he's got has to get him to the front
and the hunger that's inside must be used to fuel the hunt
and the emptiness is nothing and there's no tears on the pitch
no emotions, just your enemies, and no relationships
so he pushes, day by day, and he strengthens his resolve
and every time he fails, he gets back up to be absolved
and the grimace on his face is from muscles pulled all tight
not from falling down and knowing that he's given up the fight
he doesn't hear and doesn't care, doesn't see or speak or eat
all he knows is he needs more time to be quicker on his feet
so he shrugs off some more pounds and he wonders what is wrong
why does every fucking move he make remind him he's not strong?
in the end, he was a champion, no one denies him that
and sure as hell there didn't live a soul who dared to call him fat
not since he sweated off his pounds and earned himself, at last, a rest
the only problem is he pushed himself into an early death.
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| | Posted 7/16/2006 9:42 PM - 99 Views - 6 eProps - 5 comments
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