Perdedor

Sittin' on the sidewalk of a busy street
Watching the roll of thousands of plates
Latest models, junkers, and the occasional school bus
Taxis, vans, and buses
Transporting millions of living beings
And they all wear on their faces the confidence that they'll arrive soon
And watching the traffic and the noise
I started thinking about what I've lived
Where I come from, where I'm going
What I have and what I am
And analyzing my dark fate
I saw many obstacles in the way
And everything I've wanted to do has always gone wrong
Because I've always been a loser
I've always had really bad luck
And always against the current
I've had to row
Time passes and the world spins
And my life flies by in a flash
And no matter how hard I've tried, I haven't found a way
To score a single goal and even though I haven't lost hope
What I've gained is never enough
And feeling my stomach empty
I have no choice but to accept
That I've always been a loser...