For Nothing

There's no contest I can enter now that matters much to me;
no contest, I think I knew somehow, the way that it would be.
I wrapped my heart in tinsel town, wrapped my thoughts in you;
dressed you in a wedding gown, yes, I perceived the view.

No contest, doesn't matter now, it's not for me to win;
the contest brings an awful plow; to pull?  I won't begin.
You think I'm just some circus freak, a deviant at best,
perhaps you think I'm just a sneak who cheats on every test.

No contest, I don't care to win, you missed my point of view;
for nothing, all the countless sin I offered up for you.
As such I'm lost for no real cost, no sacrifice is found;
for nothing I have loved and lost, for nothing on the ground.

There's no contest I can enter now that matters much to me;
no contest, I could live somehow, but what will be will be.
You think I'm just a suicide that's waiting to be born,
and so you sit there and deride the burden that I've borne.

I wrapped my heart in tinsel town, and gave it all to you;
you answered with a hurtful frown and drove me from your view.
No contest, you're the best of all, no contest; you can win.
for nothing, I have left the hall and will not go back in.

No contest, I have learned to play, for nothing I have sung;
No contest, I don't want to stay, the bell has finally rung.
And did you kiss my cheek at all, or hold me in your heart?
Or did you hide and wish my fall, my murder from the start?

No contest, I will not comply, I just don't care to win;
there's no reason I can see to fly, no reason to begin.
Paint your face with sullen grace and leave me to my own,
I will face this evil place if you must choose that throne.

For nothing I have loved you dear, for nothing, I can tell.
For nothing you have drawn me near, to send my soul to hell.
No contest, if I'm going there, I just don't are to know;
No contest, I don't think I care, for love refused to grow.

So there's more to life, I'm sure; there's hope in every turn.
So tell me, wife, what is my cure, and how will I not burn?
For nothing I have asked you then, for nothing I ask now;
no answer in your voice or pen, except "go pull the plow."

No contest, I will not comply, so I am found the least;
for nothing I have fought the sky, and battled every beast.
No contest, you can have it all, I'm quite prepared to die;
for nothing, love has made me fall, and still you choose to lie.

Who was on the other line when you hung up on me?
No telling but I will be fine, we'll see what we will see.
For nothing I have spent this time, and written who I am;
no contest, you won't read the rhyme, it's written by a lamb.

A lion's what you wanted while you flaunted who you are;
you're crying is undaunted, I can hear it from afar.
For nothing I have loved you dear, no contest, I love you;
but will your hardened ears just hear?  Or will your heart be true?

Always it's just all the same, "it's just a shame, that's all"
run for those who bring your fame, for those you can recall.
No contest, I won't run at all, I'll stand, and I'll be fine.
For nothing I have done it all, I know you won't be mine.