No chance when you're around,
But that's fine,
Life isn't life without you around.
I'll take this loss with a smile,
Hurting all the while,
Fighting back the denile.
This day seemed great,
Sunny,
We didn't procrastinate.
But a bitter chill swept the air,
A chill that had nothing to do with the wind,
A bitter wind that meant I could not win,
There's no chance for me to win, not if I want you as a friend.
So I'll take this loss with a smile,
Fighting back the bile,
Holding your gaze,
Trecking on,
No care how long the mile.
I'll treck on,
Tasting the bitter taste of defeat,
Giving her up was no small feat.
Special thanks to Con1887 for helping me past a bit of Writer's Block! He helped me with a rhyme I had issues with. :D
It seems that you're giving up on something (probably a girl), to save your relationship with a friend. Is that assumption correct?