How many lives must I begin again?
For once I'd like to know, why can't I win?
Simply pick up my pieces and restart?
I can't be certain of holes in my heart

How many more times can I just stand back?
While my tears fall, simply face the attack?
Watch with envy the success of others?
I want to help but I'm not their mothers.

How many hopes can I watch be broken?
Who controls the game, receives the token?
Will I sit up screaming just awoken?
Just my luck I'm paper thin not oaken.

How many chances for me myself I?
Can I do over, roll another die?
Have I ever been useful to any?
I seem to be just a washed up ninny.

How many people believe in me still?
Here only due to their love, and their will?
Why is their faith in me so strongly placed?
Sooner or later they'll see I'm a waste.

How many folks think I have destiny?
May I please, have a glimpse of what they see?
Am I going to one day find my place?
I suspect that there's just not enough space.