Winning At a Losing Game

Winning at a losing game isn’t bad.

When a cup of gin turns into ginger ale,

Trying to cover up that you were sad.

Those days and nights you cried. That drove you mad,

Powerless. A boat on an endless sail.

Winning at a losing game isn’t bad.

In and out of bars was the life you had,

Unable to get sleep. Always looked pale

Trying to cover up that you were sad.

 

You told yourself that drinking made you glad,

Those words rang hollow. They told a false tale.

Winning at a losing game isn’t bad.

 

Sixteen years. The long journey you had,

The false medicine that once was your veil,

Trying to cover up that you were sad,

 

Eighteen years. A new journey. That’s not bad.

There are some games in life you want to fail.

You won by losing and you don’t feel bad.

No need for cover. No need to be sad.

 

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