Fiasco


You know what I think?
I think this is all a show.
Beaten until you turn pink
Just to get in one blow.

I think that life
Is just one big fiasco.

You loose, you loose
Just to put on a show.

You throw the game
that was never yours to win.
You shift the blame
To crawl out of your own skin.

But, your skin is just a vessel
For your heart, that's taking the beating.
You claw and you wrestle
In a war, you can't stop competing.

To loose is a show,
And to win is subliminal.
To stand up after that hard blow
Can be a spiritual miracle.

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