We Lost
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
To keep moving takes every ounce
The point margin isn't worth the count.
Dribble, pass, shot, rim.
Too little to too much
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
You are leaning on the ropes.
Chances of victory? There is no hope.
Dribble, pass, shot, make.
Too little to too much plus two.
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
Knowing you failed.
You think of all the times you should have ran, and not trailed.
Dribble, pass, turnover.
Too little to too much plus two.
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
All your effort is made in vain.
The season record marked with a stain.
Dribble, dribble, dunk.
Too little to too much plus four
Dribble, dribble, bounce.
The final buzzer rings.
I walk away with tears.
They walk towards the ring.
Sniffle, sniffle, cry.
All that's left is the buzz of the lights.
All have gone, no one in sight.
Even the lights go, just me.
Sniffle, sniffle, cry.
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