You let it all slip by went by the book
Regretted every step you ever took
You played it their way and you lost by their rules
Losing doesn't mean that much it's just a game of fools
Bad call
Good sport
Sweet fall
Cut short
Afraid to stand alone and stand your ground
So now you're on your own in the background
You played it their way and you lost by their rules
Losing doesn't mean that much it's just a game of fools
You're trying harder now than you ever did
Incline is steep this time so in your mind you slid
Regret the time you let just slowly slip away
I bet that you regret you wish you did that yesterday