I'm tired and worthless, muddling and breathless, losing heart in our things.
Loveless and broken, darkness awoken, I'm a bird without any wings.
Something inside me that's bending at me, I can't feel the blood in my veins.
And I'm a bird without wings.

It's getting longer, and the pain's getting stronger, I can't escape from these jams.
When I first saw you, it was afternoon, the sun picked you out like a june.
And suddenly, I lost my cool.
Confidence, and it gave me the face of a fool.
I paced, and I pondered, till finally, I decided that I couldn't play.
It's a game for losers, of which I am one.
And that game...
I win, every day, hey, hey.
Alone in a cafe, sad and unhappy, crippled by what went before.
Just lies and destruction, emotions, corruption.
All the reason.
It's real, how we're done.
Smoking, drinking, and good at thinking.
Bearing the wound that won't heal.
I'm a devil's apprentice, doing the sentence.
With the pain that I can't even feel.
I blew out the candle, as the morning came.
And I wiped the tears from my eyes.
But I kept on running, into the deep.
My heart, way too heavy to rise.
When suddenly, the night returned.
And the blackness came into my room.
It's a game for losers.
Where the crowd has left me.
And I'm being disheartened.
And I'm...
And...
And...
And...