Loss of Winning
losing controls my thinking mind
while everyone sits, waiting
for what i might find
imagination makes it all high
i would love that to be true
and i let out a searing sigh
my face turns shades of blue
of all my wasted time
i need to do some choosing
but when reality is sour as a lime
im tired of always losing
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