Winners and Losers

Indeed, everyone around me seems to have someone, and I miss out on all the fun.

The winners keep on winning, and the losers keep on losing, and justice is never served.

I sit all alone, by myself, waiting for your presence to shine upon me, and give me warmth on a Winter's night, to become like a Spring day, happy and bright.



The winners keep on winning, and the losers keep on losing, and justice is never served.

I see you in the distance, with the one you love, both of you kissing and caressing each other, oblivious to your surroundings, and thus, to me. You are the winner, and I am the loser.



The winners keep on winning, and the losers keep on losing, and justice is never served.

LIfe is unfair, and I cannot get my share.

I am at the windowsill, gazing out into the night, and happiness seems at times so near my grasp, and then, finally, it eludes me, before I even clasped it within my hands.

I am the loser.



The winners keep on winning, and the losers keep on losing, and justice is never served.