Forget it. I'm done, I'm through with this game
I thought it was different...but it's always the same.
There's too many tears, and way too much pain
There's always so much to lose, nothing to gain
I've lost way too many times, and I feel as if I
Am destined to be a loser, am destined to cry.
I can never win. I'm a loser through and through
I always end up hurting, but that's nothing new.
So I'll grab the knife, and with once last smile
I'll make my presence on this earth worthwhile
I'll paint the floor in a beautiful crimson red
"Good riddance", I'll say...and with that I'll be dead.
