No Matter
You can step up to the plate,
and hit that game winning homerun.
Everybody in the stands is cheering,
the newspaper says that your number one.
Or swing and miss and fall flat on your face,
while the other guy rides off with your dreams.
Your girlfriend tucked under one arm,
his pockets bursting at the seams.
Leaving you filled with shame and regret,
trying to find the bullets for your gun.
But remember there’s another game tomorrow,
no matter who it was that lost or won.
So keep on dreaming, planning, and scheming,
all the dreams that might never come true.
It might be happiness, it might be sorrow,
no one knows which is waiting at the end for you.
There is one thing we all have in common,
no matter if your life is filled with rain or filled with sun.
Ain’t nobody going to remember you,
when it’s all said and done.
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