i was here but now im gone
i don't really care who was right
and who was wrong
im on the road running again
just to find another start over and began
the same cycle over and over
why can't i find my four leaf clover
the good luck charm that i deserve
until i do my heart is on the injured reserve
list, i just want to ball up my fist
and fight through the pain but if i do
i have nothing to gain
from giving in to the force thats trying to break me apart
some where out there is the man who holds the key to my heart
i turn left then turn right
i think i just lost the fight
because here you are again
my homie, lover and friend
Let the games begin!