Listening to Abba.
Popular music mirroring your life.
That's why it's popular.

The winner takes it all.
Thinking it was moving right along.
And really,
You were only
Treading water,
While she was rescuing another.

Another heart to fill her emptiness,
The emptiness you knew was there,
And wanted to declare
You could touch,
And succor.

But 
The winner takes it all.
Too slow 
And now
Too late,
You may never know what you lost,
But you can grieve,
Even so.

Though you never thought you could
Ever lose,
There's no regret.

Abba continues to mirror your life,
As you spend another night
Letting the music
Wash over you,
There's no regret.

Only what ifs.

So dance while the music
Still goes on,
Dancing to your own special
Song.

Dance and be glad,
For when all is said and done,
It may be for the best.

For the name of the game
Is 
The winner takes it all.