In Time

Nobody’s winning if the winner chooses to lose
It’s not a feat, putting up with your abuse
Who can tolerate a noose?
A race to the end
Why do you delight
You want my will to bend
I thought I was running far with you
When in the end
I was falling down for truth
Stumbling.
Nothing left to show but this bruise
Mark these words on my skin
No one’s winning, No matter what you choose
In these games someone has to lose.

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