Again.
I hope each time is the last, but do I believe it?
A few metres from the school, alone, standing,
Sign of the times in my ears, the goal a few steps away.
The tears roll down, everything becomes a blur
So I put down my arms, once again
Until when will I believe
In my mind the words of encouragement, their hope
Echoing mine but breaking my heart a little more
Minutes pass I stand still
As long as I stay here, failure is not real
I knew it would be hard,
As much as I thought the night was beautiful,
It is only the mirror of my soul,
An illusion, a utopia.