They say "dont make it. fake it."

Somehow the race is starting to tire the player.

suddenly, first place is far off and the

social forecast seems quite doubtfull.

seeping into the cracks, slowly now.

gossip causes questions and things i couldn't mention.

the heavy feeling of trying to keep up.

were we always driving this fast?

once driven in undeniable style,

well it's just pathetically fake.

the unfortunate reaction to a fake distraction.

of a person, that is.

or was it a race?