Racetrack

Check please,
Hold one vomiting of words.
The right ones almost never can be found
When cute girls like you come around.
What if we have such little common ground?
I don’t think that I could take the hit.
I once spoke quicker words than this.
I’m getting quieter
I was misunderstood
And never said a word.
It’s too late
The silence was too long and I don’t think that I could take the hit
Because I used to think that I had it all together
Does it matter that I-
I once spoke quicker words than this.
I’m getting quieter
I was misunderstood
And never said a word.
Some days are better than
Some other days prior to when I was misunderstood
And never said a word.
When I never had enough time to say anything that I-