Someday I’ll miss this. I’ll miss pushing my body to the limit. I’ll miss the anxiety that builds up in the tunnel. I’ll miss the announcer calling my name and the cheers of the fans as I emerge from the smoke. Someday it’ll all be over. Today isn’t that day. World Cup Day 2.
So please pardon my tardiness, I'm tryin' to put my heart in this Give this shit my everything, every time when I start with this Hungry for the world, that’s why I starve for this.