Always second bested,
winner of the consolation prize,
gold medal is a stranger,
but second place is mine.
I know I could do far worse,
yet when I see that finish line,
there is nothing that I wouldn't give,
To finish first one time.
Everthing in life is a race,
and I feel I'm always losing,
everybody over takes,
I need to keep on moving.
It seems no matter how hard I try,
I can't shake off this curse.
Curse of the consolation prize,
always stops me from coming first.
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