The Loser Ballad

The Loser Ballad Lyrics

The place you could find me is the Parterre
encounter the enemy
Just pardon me the expression
para-professional paraplegia in relationship
to narrow minded
I'm not a pardoner
I am a Loser
I've not a silhuette
I am a whooper
Recover someone's affection
doesn't exactly mean
recover one's balance
recover one's breath
recover one's legs
give up with sense
the recovery of a hidden treasure
never happens to myself
She puts herself before everything else
We thought to be one's second self
the self absorption as a defence
less, less, less love of myself
considering that a useless form of self love
self deafiting, self attractive, attraction of herself
a counter propaganda of what love truely is
a counter part of myseld...
encounter the enemies, infinite the enemies