Sore

I was the one who took my eyes off the ball
 When the game was in overtime
 If you don't play by the rules, brother
 You will end in the bleachers, man
 Crying out your eyes, asking questions
 "Why me, why me again this time?"
 I could be more, more, more, more
 But I'm still here searching for words to ease the pain
 Listen to the preacher man, he says, "Redemption is in the sky"
 And I should kneel in my corner and pray for salvation now
 Every moment passing by, blows a mournful kiss
 As I cringe in my little place
 I could be fighting back for sure
 But my soul is in chains, shuffling in the shadows
 I don't think you see me anymore, I'm just a scenery
 Like a post with faded bills standing in your way
 Don't raise that bar any further, I'm already on the ground
 And feeling sore
 And if I could pay the rent, baby, would I still be the man?
 Don't think you hear me anymore, I'm just ambient noise
 Like a ripple of background chatter soiling your quietude
 Don't raise that bar any further, I'm already on the ground
 And feeling sore
 And if I could pay the rent, baby, would I still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I-
 I don't think you see me anymore, I'm just a scenery
 Like a post with faded bills standing in your way
 Don't raise that bar any further, I'm already on the ground
 And feeling sore
 And if I could pay the rent, baby, would I still be the man?
 I don't think you hear me anymore, I'm just ambient noise
 Like a ripple of background chatter soiling your quietude
 Don't raise that bar any further, I'm already on the ground
 And feeling sore
 And if I could pay the rent, baby, would I still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man, still be the man?
 Would I still be the man?