(原詩)

So few and far between
Here's a mood
I've never seen you in
I should have known
Not to ask you why
And set myself up
For one big, long cry

Once burned and twice removed
Thought I made it
Now but nothing's proved
Set in my mind
Not to push too hard
And now I wind up back
In your backyard, whoa

No one cares about the loser
No one gets a second chance
Even you, even me, if it's through
Don't you see that it's one thing
If I should lose again
But to walk away twice
Is a crying shame, oh

Once burned and twice removed
Thought I made it now but...