The Art of Losing

Losing the game, it's all the same Break my heart like a fad, only last the season. Then with no rhyme or reason You leave. With each tear that falls upon my cheek they have become forgotten and discarted. Like me in blue. Nothing to it, just do it. I've reached the end. It's all I know Waiting for the next episode. We are all grey no color. A cold shadow.