I'm like the team that everyone roots for, but doesn't ever win.
Hell, even you were rolling for me, but you missed the final pin.
No seven showed up, I pulled a nine.
You asked for my two cents, but I gave you a dime.
Puzzled and gunned down from the back.
I almost had a heart attack.
I almost let it fade to black.
It was killing me to end like that.
But I understand.
I pray to an Angel for guidance, though I know I haven't sinned.
I'm still your favorite team, and there's always next season.