Sweat dripping, pulse pounding/thoughts of failure bouncing and rebounding/
Look to my crew for some help, for some grounding/the spectators shouting, screaming and hounding/Dodging left and right, and now I’m slipping/twisting/my ankle, yet always missing/the pain leaves me embarrassed, rejected…reminiscing/All those hours, alone in my room/I came out too soon/I should’ve known, should’ve seen the clues/it’s just me and my paddle/preparing for battle/with all that prep I’m still nervous and rattled/I see it now, I never should've entered/cuz I’m out of whack and way off center/should've listened to my boy, my teacher, my mentor/ Keep your eye on the prize, never look away/he said quietly as he left me yesterday/”I’m a loser baby,” I keep hearing that song/fuck the YMCA, I guess I wrong/this is last time I ever play ping pong…

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