You win some and you lose some is what I've been told, but all of this losing is getting real old.
Things start looking up and you think your alright, but then the rain comes and you start to lose the fight.
Lost so many people that I've called my friend, but i keep on searching for someone to help me mend.
Its not that i forgot them because i really still care, but they turn bitter as I'm well aware.
I still call them up and try to make plans, but they would rather be alone than come out and dance.
I start to wonder if maybe its me, the real reason all my friends flee.
I'm running out of options and have nothing to show, sooner or later i know ill have to go.
My best friends always seem to leave, but only one of us actually really grieve.
You win some and you lose some is what I've been told, but all of this losing is getting real old.
