Once I gave up twice.
As if that wasn't enough,
I threw two dice but kept no price.

Pessimism isn't my thing but I think optimism hasn't help very much either.

The good I see in people keep shifting between the real and the unreal.
And that left me no choice but the voice of exit each time.

So I compose songs but none has ever been of love so far.

It isn't about the luck of attraction but the reaction after my actions that quenched the fire.

Well, it is my story so you may not believe if I say I didn't do anything bad anyway.

Do I need more time?
I mean to better study this subject clearly before taking the test again?

Or maybe I need more patience;
To to endure the jolts which comes with putting my hands on that wheel?

Wait...

Let me sip a wine of time of mine, then I'll tell you more of what happens later.