Took the prize of a life to his hands,
Began to tear the very seams that she'd laid,
Pouring drinks for the martyrs,
For the ones who'd been paid,
The more he took the more he seemed to forget,
Reality was an easier debt to lose, to lose.

Born to lose, on everything, on everything,
I wish I could be like you,
Truth is, I never will be.

He grew with greed as a pride filled his chest,
Who knew the line he crossed would cling to him,
And that he'd never be the same again.

A shameless figure walking hands outstretched,
Could of made his mark with his thoughts through a pen,
Instead his vices buried him.

Too many chances to walk away,
Too many times he pushed that strain.

Conflicted, just selfish he took but he never gave,
Left feeling more empty that's the price he paid,
No purpose, no reason, glazed over it was too late
No purpose, no reason, he made himself this way.

Born to lose, on everything, on everything,
I wish I could be like you,
Truth is, I never will be.

Born to lose,
Born to lose,
Born to lose,
Born to lose.

Take it back,
Take your future back,
Take it back,
Take your future back.