Tired love.

its like walking in a windstorm with your back against the sun,
or betting on the last horse when the race is run and won,
i could try and try my hardest but it will never be my best,
cos while im betting on the pair you holding your cards to your chest.
guess i gotta throw the towel in, yeh im hanging up my gloves,
see im sick and tired of fighting for this silly thing called love.