Empty Handed Blues

If I could read your mind
I’d know the truth
Wouldn’t need any other proof
I might finally understand
How I became a man
A man
With nothing left to lose
If I could read between the lines I’d see
That you were tryin' all along to tell me
That your love was just a game
I played as I became
A man
With nothing left to lose
I gave up on giving in
Then again, I’d give anything
I had to give
To hold you one last time
Better yet, to make you mine
Can’t say I didn’t try
Guess I fell shy
So I sing these empty-handed blues
Keep searchin' for clues
Find out who’s to blame
And how I became
A man
With nothing left to lose
Finally understand
How I became a man
A man
With nothing left to lose
Be the man
With nothing left to lose
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Empty-handed blues