Winner

He doesn't look my way
never stay
make myself a winner
always turn away
once the day
lets me be a winner
though my loves untrue
I wanted you, to want me too

days are falling back
getting old
not feeling like a winner
rushing fast away
to leave your place
it's ridiculous

waiting for the world
to open up
living for potential
to take it all the way
isn't safe
I think I might though

I might have robbed you
I might have seen you
I might have got you
I might have talked to you

I might have robbed you
I might have left with you
I might have lost you
I might have lost it all

I might have robbed you
I might have seen you
I might have got you
I might have talked to you



Credits
Writer(s): Asya Weisenhaus, Chloe Weisenhaus
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