Hands sweating fiercely dripping on the heated concrete of a summer day
Wheels spinning faster than life leaving adrenaline lingering behind
Lanky man behind me slowly getting smaller as i roll away
Drifting as the hill gets to a flatten and the grass greets the concrete
The brakes are pressed
The gears stop rolling
And the bike falls to the side
My helmet breaks my falls a small tear leaves my full brown eyes
And that's all i remember
Tears hitting the grass
And the grass sticking to my cheeks
Standing up was the hardest part
Tears hitting the grass
And the grass sticking to my cheeks
Standing up was the hardest part
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