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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Again, I lose control And then, there goes my soul I’m sorry I hurt you so I’m sorry I took away your glow I lost my spunk My mind’s full of junk I didn’t know it will cost my life To lose it all and gain strife, strife Cuts me like a jagged knife To lose you all my life All my life, all my life I lost my spunk long ago Life is like a short-term show My voice is not heard In this wilderness I’m a damaged bird of hopelessness I lost my spunk My mind’s full of junk I didn’t know it will cost my life To lose it all and gain strife, strife Cuts me like a jagged knife To lose you all my life All my life, all my life My wings are gone And I must move on I’m sorry I had to let go Of everything hurting me though My wings are sore…now, I soar And I must be more…somehow to the core Than they say I am I once was a broken dam I lost my spunk My mind’s full of junk I didn’t know it will cost my life To lose it all and gain strife, strife Cuts me like a jagged knife To lose you all my life All my life, all my life I lost my spunk My mind’s full of junk I didn’t know it will cost my life To lose it all and gain strife, strife Cuts me like a jagged knife To lose you all my life All my life, all my life To lose you all my life because… All my life, I’m just a lost cause It hurts me to the core All the more, but what for? I lost my spunk, I lost my thought trunk…I lost my skunk punk funk… And you — am I amongst your mind junk? Guess I’m not your kind So, I’m truly left behind
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