Listening to Abba.
Popular music often mirrors life.
That's why it's popular.

The winner takes it all.
You thought 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.
You were 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 lose,
There's no regret.

The music mirrors your life.
As you spend another night
Letting the words
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 always 
The winner takes it all.