Is it wrong, or is it true
I'm thinking
It's like a rats race for me to live
You never know how life is
I'm fading
There's nothing left for me to lose
Lights are off 'coz I chose my own way of thinking
Chorus:
Get off, get off
I know I'll find my own way
It's getting colder every day
Still don't know what to say
I'm freezing
Confidence is what they call a good thing
I don't think so
They are lying
When you really need someone they're all gone at once
Stop searching
Love is a losers game my friend
You have got no-one in the end
In the bitter, bitter, bitter end
Chorus (repeat)
