Loser
If sadness had a face
A real face with lips and a tongue,
I would have had my first kiss.
Now life's gone living in a delusion that
After my demise someone would miss.
Ha!
In the end I'm just another loser,
No one worth remembering.
And what's the difference in remembrance?
What do you wanna be in the memories,
Be a good boy or a bad boy?
A crowd or just a special person,
What do you wanna see?
You can't have both
You can't be both
You can't be actually happy because
The largest crowd gathers around the loner;
And here I'm, the most pathetic one.
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