Guess I lose again
It's hard when you're losing to yourself
Guess I'm scared to trust
But I must or I'll have nothing left
Somethings wrong with me
There must me 'cos nothings going right
Always wait for them
And only then do I go for the bite
I saw it coming and I tried to tell you
When I saw it coming I tried to tell you,"you lose!"
Here I am again staying friends
So I can still hang around
Hoping for the best
(Call it youthful zest)
That some day I'll "get down"
Waking up is not the same
Going out is not the same
Pain removal is not the same
It's not the same
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