I make too many mistakes
Beat myself up
Let guilt tie me down
None of it helps
I forgive too many crimes
It throws me around
Tosses me to the ground
None of it will ever be fixed
I see too many of my faults
Makes me wanna scream
Hide from the truth
None of it is getting better
I run from too many problems
They give me a scare
So fleeing isnt rare
None of it makes me feel strong
I have lied too many times
Honesty faulters in my words
To make them feel of more worth
None of it will improve
I have failed too many people
Always finding ways to try
But in the end my hopes just die
None of it is going to change
I create too many frowns
Disappointing all who's around
Some how wiping off smiles
None of it is surprising
I always seem to be
The one to screw it up
That'll never change
None of it will
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