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It's the thrill of the chase.
It's the thrill I find in change,
that pulls me forward,
that carries on.

But what if I told you it's not?
What if I said it's for the prize?
Would it be vain, would it be real?
Would it actually sound like me?

The pain tells me my heart's in ruins.
Maybe that's why I seek the truth.
It's all a secret, it's a shame
to be unhappy where I live.

I'm still working on the balance,
I hope that's what it takes to heal.
Yet I fear that nothing changes
since I won't know how to pull through.

"Try optimism for a change",
is what my mom always suggests.
All I say is "No, I just can't."
I'm scared to lose myself again.

But uniqueness at what cost?
A life of miserable regret?
Trapped in rules of society,
judged by the blind who just cause loss.

May the deadly sins keep the chase,
and as I run I'll just forget,
all the mistakes, the pain, the loss,
become pure light in all that dark.

Cause it's about the chase, that's right,
but it's also about the prize.
Because what you gain in the way
actually makes the prize worth it.