LOSER

its mine but not mine
maybe its no more so divine
for it to keep saying in line
that time was always so fine.

great times steal things from thee
but you always search for the key
which opens the door to a great sight
hiding the rainbow who is black and white.

then I proudly said I owned
the sum of all the princely mound
of your heart weighing just a pound
but life brought me to its toughest round.

I found the worst way to lose a game
ready t stab the world in shame
never found someone so same
crying, cause the lost all thier fame.

its mine but not mine
maybe its no more so divine
for it to keep saying in line
that time was always so fine.