With a pre-disposition towards alcoholism I gradually stepped to the barnI said Help me start drinking and help me stop thinking. nHe said Son don't you know who you are?nKnow who I am? Well you know my old man. That's where it comes from I guess.nAnd he seemed to get angry as he looked right at me and these were the words that he (were) said, nnGod don't love the losers.nGod, gives you a choice in what you do herenGod is nothing new here.nnSo his words were spoken, my heart was half broken although there was no one to blamenHe covered it well, he was giving me hell for allowing myself not to changenTelling my friends that I'd be better when the next month came alongnBut September had passed and I still had no cash and the spring was always gonennGod don't love the losers.nGod, gives you a choice in what you do here.nnWhatever you heard priornYou can only live your life, like a person you'd admirenYou can learn it in a bottle, learn it in dreamnThat the way you see yourself is the way you need to bennWell my head woke up humming, I thought first of running, but it's not like I'm really in shapenWhen your hours seem empty and your place gets unkempt, see you feel like you just can't escapenYou can hear yourself say, I'll stop living this way, I'm a better man, really I amnYou wash up your hair, look in the mirror and the shaky road calls you again.nnGod, don't love the losersnNo he don't, no she don't n