I ran down the muddy track
Certain that the art of losing was too easy to master
But no, behind my back
Ran hundreds of other people, faster,
and faster they ran.
not for fame
because they too were running in the marathon
of life's shame
they too were jobless
like me
maybe penny-less
the competition was too tough for me
after all, I'm a young chap, you see
Thus,
I bequeathed myself to the ***** track
Fell there
Gave up
Cause I knew, I was never the man for the job.

I walked down a ***** road, my friend gave me a nag
He pointed at a poor boy, no food, saw him drool
Didn't care much, had chips in my bag
But he wasn't going to school,
he rarely got chips
maybe he got forced labor, unnecessary whips
I wanted the chips.
But they needed food, any food,
I unzipped my bad, took out the crisp bag,
lightening up the boy's mood
I wanted it, he needed anything,
at least; to keep him going.
I tossed the bag, the boy caught it
His face was smiling, the moment was lit.

I'll tell you all the things stuck in my head
I've tried to stay strong, be a man
But my strength slowly washes away, feel dead
Don't tell me what I should do,  you trashcan
Don't tell me what I can be.
I  sail over you, I'm the master of my sea
You forget about me, unless you want something from me
I didn't lose you as a friend, I realized you never were a friend.
You were my shadow, you see
You followed me in the sun
And left me in the dark. Not done.