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Bruised Loser

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Dissecting the frogs in my throat,
Viral disease transmission,
Unloading the chamber,
Confessing sins to my friends,
All Sunday morning - easy.


I already know
that money can't buy hope.
Witnessed the devil in me,
Honey, even that ain't scary.


But, Sweetheart,
I did more than hope for you.
I prayed to any Lord that would listen.


I'd been so tired of singing the blues;
So, I prayed for you.
Promised I'd never ask for anything else;
I put old hopes up on the shelf.


And there you stood.


Finally, I believed
Without the need for proof.

Now,

The only thing painful
About loving you is knowing
That one day
It's your life I've got to learn to lose.



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