Always too afraid to lose.
How often do I wonder?
How often do I muse?
Would my heart be torn asunder,
If I gave love a chance?
Is it better to have lost,
Than not to have romance?
I now live with the cost.
My heart was broken anyway.
Lonely longing left it shattered.
This is the price I pay.
I am forlorn and tattered.
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