Words can't describe this moment, pathetic, if I needed to.

Every chance was a failure in disguise, every love was a mistake in the making. It never seemed to kill me, maybe I was already dead.

I'm like a fisherman who can't fish,

A gunner who misses every shot.

When will I haul a great catch,

Hit my target,

And find someone true.

Hope, faith and heart,

I hold on tightly,

Tightly enough for one final try.