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it keeps me up late
deciding who is whose
admit or refuse, pick or choose
you can bury your lover
or shrug off petty rules
but it leaves a bruise, pick or choose
I went out in the downpour
forgot what I went out for
now I'm soaking from head to toe
if you think you can tell rain
from tears I'm amused
spare me the excuse, pick or choose
a friend considered a foe
and I try not to show
how hard it is when he makes you smile
it seems so useless now
giving up this self abuse
it's all lose-lose, pick or choose
Wes Thompson
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Wes Thompson
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