Lost in the game can you say covered in scars.
I repeat seem winless can I get off
Helpless, winded, autumn of odd
The spring in my step once lifting has rot and broke off
Reaching for a sense I often sought
Offended that my hold on you is lost
Better say, another day
Can I not call you the one who got away?
Crossing the days from the calendar month
Awaiting the answer to the question unspoke
We spoke
I choke, I choked
Reaching for a sense I often sought
Offended that my hold on you is lost
Better say, another day
Can I not call you the one who got away?
Reaching for a sense I often sought
Offended that my hold on you is lost
It’s lost
I’m lost
All is Lost
Better say, another day
Can I not call you the one who got away?
Reaching for
Reaching for
Reaching for