It dawned on me the other day
About my life, about the person i am
Why i attract the needy, weak and the strange
Cause they are the bottom of the barrel, left overs
" You attract what you are!" my friend told me once
And i am a man well short of confidence
Imagine this, if you were a striker playing football
And season after season, you never scored a goal
The fans got your back, jeered you every time you touched the ball
Well thats me, the forward who never scores
Yet the manager, keeps faith in you
He knows you have skill, and outstanding ability
He knows it will only take one goal
one goal to unleash the best striker the world has ever seen
And all the time you missed those open goals
Hit the post, hit the bar,
Shots cleared of the line and missed penalties
It eats away at your confidence
shoulders slumped, no zest for the game
But today you line up again, in the starting 11
At 3pm today you play another match
And this time, I WILL SCORE!!!!