Will you be lifted up in Victory?
I glance up at the clock.
It says 2 seconds to spare
Coach is making a play
Says I will be the one to save the day.
The buzz will sound the end,
but I’ll know it’ll end
With myself on the shoulders of fans.
The whistle blows,
we start the play
I run to set a pick,
and my teamate ran quick,
to be open to catch the ball.
It looks like slow motion now,
My friend lifts his arms now,
and lefts the ball fly.
Noone is talking
Everyone is watching
That small orange ball fly
And when it falls through the net,
All the fans scream.
But they run to my teamate,
And not to me.
Why am I not lifted up in celebration?
I was the one who won the game.
But that’s what happens
When you think just about yourself.
Because you will also be
A loser everytime
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