So few and far between,

Here's a mood I've never seen you in.

I should have known not to ask you why

And set myself up for one big, long cry.



Once burned and twice removed

Thought I made it now but nothing's proved.

Set in my mind not to push too hard,

And now I wind up back in your backyard.



No one cares about the loser,

No one gets a second chance,

Even you, even me, if it's through.

Don't you see that it's one thing if I should lose again,

But to walk away twice is a crying shame.