How many times have I failed
How many times have I won
How many times have I tried
How many times have I lied?
Why do I always look in
Why don’t I sometimes look out
Why don’t I look to begin
Why do I end up with doubt?
Looking through the eyes of a nobody
Why do I do that perhaps all the time
The symphony waiting for it’s crescendo
Consolidation of love that is mine…
I can never get more than enough
The consolidation of love.
Sometimes there isn’t an end
Sometimes the pain won’t stop
Sometimes I try to pretend
Sometimes I lose what I’ve got.