I should call You On the telephone To tell You how rough I feel There's a game Being played somewhere I'm in the dark And I don't know how to deal The door is still open But I know it's closing down I don't want to seem like I'm hit to hard but Losers end up last I'm not a loser I'm not about to let anyone see We're gonna beat This thing together Make the nightmare real What's the sense Of trying to hide it Even if it makes You sad I've got to look For the answers somewhere I don't care if they're good Or they're bad I'll put some shape Into the shadow I'll make some illusions mine There's one thing that You learn in this life Losers end up last