I walk, you run, feel so outdone
You always wanted it to be one on one
I cuss, youre free, make me believe
That youve been innocent till proven guilty
So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I bleed for your forgiveness
Cause the world cant stand to witness
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing, cant hold the title
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
I watch you feed, pick up your speed
It cant be saving if its already been won
I play for keeps but you dont listen
Incomprehensible Im what youre missing
Missing out on forgiveness, competition
So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I read your mind as interest
As were coming down to inches
You keep tearing me down
Looks like I met my match today
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing, cant hold the title
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing cant hold the title
But you still dont see that youre sore winner, a sore winner
Blame me in everything, make me a rival
But you still dont see that youre a sore winner