I walk, you run, feel so outdone
You always wanted it to be one on one
I cuss, you're free, make me believe
That you've been innocent till proven guilty
So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I bleed for your forgiveness
'Cause the world can't stand to witness
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing, can't hold the title
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
I watch you feed, pick up your speed
It can't be saving if its already been won
I play for keeps but you don't listen
[Incomprehensible] I'm what you're missing
Missing out on forgiveness, competition
So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I read your mind as interest
As were coming down to inches
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing, can't hold the title
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing can't hold the title
But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're a sore winner
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Corrections are disabled but this is all wrong. Here's the edits. And you can't tell me I'm wrong because my lyrics come straight from the hardcopy of A Little Faster. I cost, you're free. Make me believe. Softer now, I plead for your forgiveness. Play me in everything, make me your rival. I want, you feed. Remember me? I'm what you're missing. Missing out on. Stuck in this competition. Softer now I read your mindless interest.