There's love, hate, gain and loss, all four letter words. This game is starting to get to us, starting to hurt. And I've heard enough for now but know the worst has yet to pass.
You've bitten off more than you can chew but forcing it down, this candle's burning at both ends, you can't blow it out.
If you grasp it fast enough it'll soon go out, it'll burn both your hands if in any doubt. I've heard a song will get the best of us, we'll soon find out, as it starts to get to us. It's starting to get to us.
You couldn't mould your life, but it all worked out.