Letras: There For Tomorrow. Sore Winner.

I walk, you run. Feel so outdone.
You always wanted it to be one on one.
I cost, you're free. Make me believe
That you've been innocent 'til proven guilty.

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

Play me in everything. Make me a rival.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner.
Losing is not your thing, you can't hold the title.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner.

I want, you feed. Pick up your speed.
There can't be saving if it's already been won.
I play for keeps, but you don't listen.
Remember me? I'm what you're missing.
missing out on (missing out on)
Stuck in this competition.

So scrape my hands and knees.
Softer now, I read your mindless interest
As we're coming down to inches.
You keep tearing me down,
Looks like I met my match today.

Play me in everything. Make me a rival.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner.
Losing is not your thing, you can't hold the title.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner.

Play me in everything. Make me a rival.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing, you can't hold the title.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner, a sore winner.

Play me in everything. Make me a rival.
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner...
(Realness...)