The Prize.

No money, no honor, no war to fight but life,
Sometimes there's no winners I realize.

Whatever you do nothing good comes out of it,
Whatever you feel it won't make you any better.

Theses flying thoughts infest my gestures
and I have no actions at all
as I climb on and on in my sins
there's no peek of glory.

You never understood my battles
and couldn't love me more than for a while
couldn't grasp my feelings for you
even though you tried only for a second.

Come now and join me in my demise
Because you're the core of the story
Even more than we can reckon
There was never a possible prize.