David L. Martins - Born Loser lyrics

(Verse 1) Yellin' please lord give him back It's been a long year but it's in the past We told fears of a village rat These old tears fall to split in half Similac, Caulfield in a living trap Just give him back Lord hear, won't you give him back? The old tears of a village rat Screamin' lord here, won't you give him back? (Hook) Cuz I was born to lose God knew I was born to lose Yeah, I was born to lose On the bottom of the trash with the molded food (Verse 2) I've gotten no response 10 months 7 days since I lost my art And hoped to die, pray the sickness multiplies Stole designs from the yolk of a broken lie Soaked inside, throw ‘em out the persona dries Holden tried, but lately I'm alone inside Lately I'm alone inside Place me in the grave where the voices hide Place me in the grave where the voices die Just place me in the grave so the choice is mine So the choice is mine Choices (Hook) But I was born to lose God knew I was born to lose I was born to lose On the bottom of the trash with the mold (Bridge) Di-di di-da, di-di, dida di-day, ay! (X4) (Verse 3) Am I f**in' insane or stuck in my ways? Most of the time I've got nothing to say When these visions of you keep on clouding my brain Safer to say I'm in love with your pain Day after day I've been trying to gain But never find nothing, I'm tired and drained Been standing out side setting fire to rain In the picture alone tryna find the frame So I can climb again, from out the trash Down the drain to Alcatraz They frame and torture all the rats Claim there's order in the past Memories will keep us trapped Memories will keep us rats, but