You let it all slip by went by the book Regretted every step you ever took You played it their way and you lost by their rules Losing doesn't mean that much it's just a game of fools Bad call Good sport Sweet fall Cut short Afraid to stand alone and stand your ground So now you're on your own in the background You played it their way and you lost by their rules Losing doesn't mean that much it's just a game of fools You're trying harder now than you ever did Incline is steep this time so in your mind you slid Regret the time you let just slowly slip away I bet that you regret you wish you did that yesterday