It takes so long to unfold

and brings me down so fast.

I'm bleeding with uncertainty

that you radiate in mass.

This game glitters with regrets

for losses undefined

He keeps trying and I'm dying

for you to cross the line.

We're not wrong, we're misunderstood

by anyone that tries.

We're distracted and captured

by mournful and pleasing sighs

This isn't a game that we can win

and there's no use in playing by rules

But we continue trying

and that is why we are fools.