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All I am in life is a complete mess up that ruins everything No matter what I do; I always manage to mess up everything in my wake Everything I do leaves a huge crater that will sting
I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain. I stand aside, I turn and hide. When will I stop being so afriad?
Can’t you see he’s tired? Tired of all the hate? They tell him it’s because he’s weird And this is just his fate Can’t you see he’s tired?