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Taste Defeat Again


I hope nobody looks at me Because nobody will want to look I hope nobody speaks to me Because nobody will want to listen I have nothing to give, I have nothing to gain For all the time I have lived, I thought it was a game There's no reset button, there's no cheat codes There were tips given to me, but now they're old I've lost the game, and I can't quit it Only when I'm dead is when I'm finished I have no value I have no skill And yet I have to Find some kind of will After my times up and this part of the game is over I'll be out of this rut and start a new game with a wiser owner I said, "I'll get better," a thousand times Please, don't let this one be another lie.
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