Manage to Lose the Lot

The questions that tumble around in my head,
Have got me missing my bed,
Because as I'm getting older,
These situations are getting tougher,
Choices i make paths I take,
Seems from this stress I cannot break,
And all I want is a simple life,
But I know I can never have a wife,
Working myself up that my family is cursed,
As marriges last about as long as a hookers skirt,
Or even the session for that matter,
And so things go wrong and I know no better than to scatter,
Up sticks and go to find my next defeat,
Never staying long enough always on my feet,
But the pain follows me and the memories get worse,
To much thinking got me realising I'm the curse,
But in the end what have I got?
No matter where I land I manage to lose the lot