| I’m a creep, because I always suffer.
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| I’m a jerk. |
| The world is much too hard for me.
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| I’m a dick. |
| Everyone is faster.
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| And in the end, there’s always nothing left me.
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| I’m able to do anything,
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| but just can’t get it right.
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| Losing my last confidence,
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| right before the fight.
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| Just to get the picture clear,
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| assume we never met.
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| And if we ever had the chance,
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| you’ll walk away instead.
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| I’m a freak, and a bad imposter.
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| I’m doomed to try, but never to succeed.
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| I confess, I am a lazy bastard.
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| But used to this, why should it bother me.
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| Nothing keeps me interested,
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| longer than a sec.
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| If I’ll give you my attention,
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| it would set you back.
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| This was never meant to happen,
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| never meant to be.
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| And in the end, I know for sure,
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| the faulter — this is me. |