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.

  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