The winner gets it all but, I am on a losing spree.
Without your absence, I might as well be free.
I brand myself as a coward who is a murderer of his dreams.
I am looking at you through the window as my passing by life screams.
Blessed I am to watch me burn in my filth.
I am incapable of rescuing myself from my guilt.
Sleepless nights I spend washing my mind away from my own blame.
I don't know if I can ever get myself out of this shame.