The Fine Game Of Nil

Goodbye, all my fears are tired
And then, I’m here up trying
Holding now and dying
Now you know it’s true

Goodbye, all my thoughts are lies
And here I go again
Oh, can’t you hear me sighing?
This is the end that we’ve desired

And I won’t be no crying
‘Cause crying is for the weak

And I’m okay being fine
Fine game of nil and we are tired
And maybe I’m okay being fine
Fine game of nil and we are tied

On cross, all my dreams are lost
And then, here no one lends
Being the one whose washed
My blood off your hands

Drown myself in sorrow
Ache on my chest, pain low
Deject the misery feeling
I am down weeping, weeping

And I won’t be no crying
‘Cause crying is for the weak

And I’m okay being fine
Fine game of nil and we’re tired
And maybe I’m okay being fine
Fine game of nil and we’re tied