Screwed up, chewed up, spat out, flat out,
Broken pieces scattered;
Sprayed across the cold hard ground,
Torn up, wrung out, shattered.

Spun around, dizzy now, senses numb,
Confusion;
Wonder how, time and time again, this game,
I’m losing.

Look around, wonder how, and when,
Hope be returning;
Hearing lines, seeing signs, what do they mean?
I’m learning.

If I fall, when I fail, if knocked down,
I’m rising;
To face the tests, give my best, all of myself,
That’s living!

Soundtrack:
Sunrise – Pulp