Fallen From

I tell you I've no use mind removed ideas confuse compare to a sports team seen consecutive relegations the changing scenes cause debts and frustration a one way street in season repetition Down one league Down two should be the big fish but at this level new and unfathomed twist see us screwed unsecure State of the art home ground 3 or 4 times larger than small clubs going all out making victory harder They want to win this trophy fixture we’re a club shouldn’t be in the mixture unanticipated failure too fall here Away games on pitches not so well kept effects ball control then mindset kind of test we know of less empty stands and those left stress as all resources overstretch Once a giant national name now a forgotten has been team slow to adapt mishap lose game now left are memories and no chance dreams And though this place has more to offer it stays potential an idea by logic theories of gold when here is copper can’t begin when heads keep dropping players now have half the fitness lower standard faults to witness contract offers unattractive no one new and the skilled have left and though all in all collapsed in I’m still not done survive no surrender kill shots in my gun alive in splendour Bullets are few can’t fire at will clip pull by decision not haste need skill nothing to waste must focus find vision strong will hope for hocus pocus but I am not a sports club I'm a person and this comparison serves no purpose above explanation for you so still I'm half undone half done making sense of what has come the road ahead dark and glum clueless no use and confused stunned by madness in shock so stuck I'm amused tombstone will read came unglued and played to lose