I was born a loser.
I remember the times when we used to sit in the park holding hands together. I never should have gone away and left you like I did, I thought you'd take me back, but I was just a little bit late. My lonely days and my lonely nights girl on the outside looking in, dreaming of holding you tight. Well I guess I've had my day, you let me go my way. It's me who has to pay.