random thoughts

Every time you come and go

Every time you go into the field
I feel a lump in my throat
Knowing that it could've been me

Everytime you pass the ball
or take a slide
or get into a fight with that opponent
I look on

I feel envy
I feel jealous
I feel anxious

'Cause I want nothing more from this life
than pass the ball around with you
But I can never do that

If it were impossible for me to reach you
I wouldn't be this sad
It's because I can reach you
And yet the guy upstairs prevents me
from ever touching a ball
that makes me feel anxious

But I hope I can be your comrade
off the field
If I cannot be yours inside the field