A losing game.

I feel him pulling one way.
I feel myself not moving.
I feel him wanting something.
I fear I just can't give him.
Ready, set, go.
Ready, set, fall in love.
Ready, set, no.
When will it ever be enough?
I see the way he sees me.
I see the way I am.
I see how he believes in me.
I only wish that I can.
Ready, set, go.
Ready, set, fall in love.
Ready, set, no.
Who says we have to run?
Maybe the whole world is crazy.
Or maybe it's just me.
Or maybe I'm just too lazy to try hard in this game called love.
He tries too hard.
Or I try too little.
No matter where he pulls us I'm still stuck in the middle.
Ready, set, go.
Ready, set, fall in love.
Ready, set, no.
This race can't be won.