If you are playing to win
There are days you will lose
Depression seeps in
like dark primordial ooze

It closes your eyes and walls in the room
and makes you feel small and cold and black
It makes you wonder why you're even alive
and if you're just a hack

But in its blackness it whispers "avoid"
and opens a chance to escape
So don't get paranoid
of inescapapble fate

Pick yourself up
and get back in the game
You can win again
Just don't forget that you play to win
and fortune favors the brave