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It goes

without say

that I’ll fail

in love

I’ll wait

too long

or choose
the wrong one

I’ll find

a good bet

and lose it

on the spread

Something is

always bound

to go wrong

in my affairs

It’s like

a curse

that hounds me

thru eternity

They like me

but I’m

out for lunch;

caught sleeping

I like them

but they have

someone else

or don’t care

but always

the end result

is the same:

failure

I’ve gotten

used to it

by now—

it’s all so common

so I hardly

even try

it out now

for fear of failure