Sore Winner

I walk, you run, feel so outdone You always wanted it to be one on one I cuss, you're free, make me believe That you've been innocent till proven guilty So scrape my hands and knees Softer now I bleed for your forgiveness 'Cause the world can't 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 don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner Losing is not your thing, can't hold the title But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner I watch you feed, pick up your speed It can't be saving if its already been won I play for keeps but you don't listen I'm what you're 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 don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner Losing is not your thing, can't hold the title But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner Blame me in everything, make me a rival But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner Losing is not your thing can't hold the title But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner Blame me in everything, make me a rival But you still don't see that you're a sore winner