All I touch

lyrics by: Allan P Stevens
Written on May 06, 2018

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All I feel is the pain
Of a life tumbling down
There’s nothing left to say
My sorrow I must drown
A downtown bar again
Wearing this deep frown
Booze is calling my name
As I pour a large one down
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Life don’t matter anymore
I have broken all I touch
I am no good for you
Cause I love you too much
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Another glass of beer
Another shot of rye
Drinking back my tears
Trying to say goodbye
I need to run away
Before we get to close
I’m on that train today
To where, I don’t know
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Life don’t matter anymore
I have broken all I touch
I am no good for you
Cause I love you too much
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I hang my head in shame
Ain’t been much of a man
I’ve played a losing game
Cheated wherever I can
You need to know the truth
I will not lie to you
Your heart will take a bruise
But, it’s the best I can do
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Life don’t matter anymore
I have broken all I touch
I am no good for you
Cause I love you too much
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I am no good for you
Cause I love you too much
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A previous user commented on May 06, 2018 at 10:14pm
It's chin up, not gin up... Cheaters get what they deserve. Now you punished yourself enough. Time to sort your shit out. Get therapy cos cheating comes from low self-esteem, Find a way to contribute value to the world. Humans need to be able to offer something to the community to feel worthy. Like your poetry... Just contribute, that's all you need to do. ;)
Allan P Stevens commented on May 07, 2018 at 1:47pm
Are you crazy, it's just a song lyric, I made it up in my head. It's not real. I am a well organised laid back individual who writes for fun. I write a lot of pop songs as well as deep blues stuff.
Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 27, 2018 at 7:32am
....I totally agree.....a good poet can, and does imagine, create, and invent any situation he, or she cares to.......I would love to hear a melody to these wonderful lyrics.....

 

 

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