Most of the times nothing's ever right
Sometimes things will feel just fine
In a while all you feel will vanish
A few seconds and we are nothing
It takes time. It always does.
And no one has ever understood why.
I can barely attempt to.
This feels nice, I cannot complain.
I've got the d. I've got the w. I've got the pain.
What to do next? Conquer, not divide.
What to do now? Clear up my fucking mind.
Putting my thoughts up in place,
Running, though keeping up my little pace.
Now boys…it is time to play.
I cannot help but to,
I will be the only one to blame.
The odds will not be on my favour…
As if it ever was…
I'll keep playing my game,
I'll keep trying to learn.
Sometimes winning is the fairest way
To lose.
