Bear with me
I’m still the same old loser
Always dreaming of what I could be
And conjuring new ways to keep being a loser
But, you’ve seen only the twilight
Not the bright daylight before that
Believe you me, things used to be right
I was not a born brat
Bear with me
For I can hurt you
So disgusted I am of the losing spree
How can I ever clear, all that’s due?
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