I'm a sinner, I've lied and fought and lost
But I'm a lover, and I've tried and spared no cost
I'm awful, but that's the least of my distraught
I'm a coward, who can't embrace just what is what
I've been given, way more than I ever deserved
And I've been stricken, as both a burden and a curse
I've lost her, after the millionth of a chance
I'm a winner, at the things I should be last
There's no words for this paper, no pens have a chance
To quite explain the feelin' of watchin' you dance
No tale to be told, the love here's gone cold
And nothing will ever make me less of a man
There's no words for this paper, no pens have a chance
To quite explain the feelin' of watchin' you dance
No tale to be told, the love here's gone cold
And nothing will ever make me less of a man