Born to Lose
Echoes of Lost Love: Silver Strands' Poignant Reflections
Lyrics
I knew that it was hopeless
I recognized the futility of the situation
When I laid eyes on you
Upon seeing you for the first time
All the pain that you held in your heart
All the suffering you carried in your heart
And, there was nothing I could do
Despite my desire to help, there was nothing I could do
So I let you slip right through my hands
Consequently, I allowed you to escape my grasp
Pretended that I didn't care
Acted as if I were indifferent
I was a boy then, now I'm a man
In my youth, now mature and showing signs of wear
Looking worse for the wear
Reflecting on the passage of time
Remember the night we died
Recalling the night we faced a metaphorical death
Under the desert moon
Under the symbolic desert moon
I was running from myself
I was escaping from my true self
You were running out of room
You were running out of options or opportunities
Foolish in our desire
We pursued our desires recklessly
Knowing we would have to choose
Acknowledging that choices were inevitable
You were bored with yourself
You were discontent with who you were
And I was born to lose
I had a predisposition to failure
In the morning when I woke up
Upon awakening in the morning
And picked myself up off the floor
And lifting myself from a low point
Saw a girl that I knew was the one
Encountered a girl who once seemed perfect
Well she ain't that anymore
But she no longer holds that status
So forget about my problems
Advising to ignore my troubles
And forget about your past
And to let go of your past
If only you knew what it is you wanted
If only you understood your desires
If only I had asked
If only I had inquired
Remember the night we died
Recalling the night of symbolic death again
Under the desert moon
Under the metaphorical desert moon once more
I was running from myself
Again, escaping from my true self
You were running out of room
You were running out of options or opportunities again
Foolish in our desire
We pursued our desires recklessly again
Knowing we would have to choose
Acknowledging that choices were inevitable again
You were bored with yourself
You were discontent with who you were again
And I was born to lose
I had a predisposition to failure again
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