Where do I begin?
Out on my own again,
Siftin' through it with a fine tooth comb.
The problem seems to be,
Just a self fulfilling prophecy.
Guess I'm better off alone.
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I couldn't tell ya, why I feel the way I do.
But, there's one thing, that always rings true.
I know what I've got, and it's not what you think that I am.
No.
How do you ease your mind,
When you know you're just a waste of time,
And that's all you'll ever be.
Just take it nice and slow,
Baby let the track record show:
Not to waste your time on me.
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So sick and tired,
Of feeling this way.
It's a struggle each and every day.
So sick and tired,
Of feeling this way.
It's a struggle each and every day.
So, don't waste your time on me.
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