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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?
