Views

- Sore Winner

 

I walk you run, feel so outdone
You always wanted it to be one on one
I cus you're free, make me believe
That you've been innocent 'till proven guilty

So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I bleed for your forgiveness
Cause the world can't stand to witness
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today

Blame me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

I watch you feed, pick up your speed
It can't be saving if its already been won
I blame for (?) but you don't listen
(?) for me on what you're missing, missing out on
Forgiveness competition

So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I read your mind as interest
As were coming down to inches
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today

Blame me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

Blame me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

Blame me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner

Letras