Losing Kind

Losing Kind
Just a stepping-stone
I'm just another old dirt road
Yes, you walk on
It happens every time
Feels like I'm losing my mind
Just like a dirty game of eight ball
Set up and framed taking the fall
I've been taking the fall

For so long
You know it happens every time
Feel like I'm losing my mind
So close, almost
Ain't it my turn to win
I'd take, one break
Would that be such a sin
So close, almost
Ain't it my turn to win
I'd take, one break
Would that be such a sin
I could make the bitter end
Be like a king snake shedding his skin
I would shed my skin
And move on
But it happens every time
Feels like I'm losing my mind
I said it happens every time
Feels like I'm losing my mind
Lord, it happens every time
Feels like I'm losing my mind