I win, again!
I’m lonely, but I’ve won!
I’m sad, but I’m strong!
Your spurning hasn’t been long,
but it is you who have made the mistake.
Yes, when you are ten years behind
and I am ten years ahead,
your mind will wander through the fog in your
head.
Your thoughts will take you back to January
’97,
when you were offered a chance to enter earth’s
heaven.
Reason would comfort you now if you’d only listened
to it then.
I hate to say but,
I Win.
I win not your love,
but my individuality will always prevail you
see.
I win not your affection,
but my ideals will never fail me.
You cling to the old and sacrifice the unknown.
I should have known.
Your provincial thinking will send you sinking
Into the useless crop of hell you’ve sewn.
Instead you could’ve grown into anything you’d
chosen,
and now here in the middle of nowhere you’re
frozen.
I hate to say it Robin,
I still win!
Your lack of love
Your attempt to shove
my heart and mind into a world where ideals
don’t exist
was an opportunity to crush me and let me tell
you something-
You missed!
Those brief moments in time when passionately
we’d kiss
seem so distant and not likely to happen once
more.
I showed you the entrance,
You showed me the door.
And since then, my heart finds sustenance
From my love of life and newly becoming a wife.
An unforseen ideal made real.
For unlike you, I stepped into the unknown
A world so foreign
A chance in life to begin.
And now I’m proud to say once more-
I win, I win.