I'm the first loser
Look at my face
I'm second place
And that's a fact
For this whole year
And here's a tear
Or maybe tears
Grow up
In tender years then turn around
And make new fears
I've been waiting so long
And now it's gone
Let's celebrate
Til it's so late
The party dies
The concrete dries and so the ground
It breaks our fall
It breaks our fall
But that's not all
On a cruel intention
These tiny seeds
Like little dreams
The surface cut
And magnify
The time gone by and make us old
Grown up
But not mature
My stunted form
Won't disappear