Your own loser

Win, draw, loss I take all the fights, all matches Everything this life throws at me I go in clinch with all of it The survival instinct sets my head on fire Win, draw, loss The last column is continously filled You win some, you loose some Mostly loose... But every morning I wake up Gaze out the window and think to myself: "New day, new chances!" And I don't have to look behind me Because there you are, the deep sleep carries you forward And even if I don't always win, I know that I'm yours Your own loser