Football Pains
It was right there, right past our grasps
The playoffs gone just that fast
The last year, it was our final chance
We went hard, but it seems we never had a chance
Tears leave eyes as we undress
Removing our pads to make the burden less
The coach comes in and his eyes are red
Said he was proud of us, we worked until our hearts bled
I just watched, a stoic face and a stoned heart
I showed no emotions but i felt the loss
I embraced the other seniors in my turn
With dry eyes to soothe the burn
The juniors watched us, not quite understanding
But they felt it, the pain we was withstanding
Leaving the locker room, we embraced the ones we loved
Eyed blank as they tried to wipe away the blood
What's past is past, there's nothing we can do
Its just a game, a sport said a few
But when you put that much effort and pain in
And you lose, its hard.. so hard not to be blue
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