Quitting
You never even asked me how I felt
Not even about the problems I’d been dealt.
I wish that somehow I could turn back time
And then maybe everything would be fine.
Maybe if I would’ve thought twice
I wouldn’t be sitting here rolling my dice.
I’m sick and tired of always messing up
That saying I’m sorry just isn’t enough.
I think the world would be a lot better place
If I quit now and dropped out of this race.
Quitting is my only way out
Winning is what it’s always been about.
I’m not a winner, and I doubt I’ll ever be
Someone important, not even me.
I’m tired of dealing with myself
And I don’t think a shrink could even help.
I hate myself and that’s that
You can’t change my mind there’s no turning back.
It’s gone too far and I’ve been hurt
No one can help I feel like dirt.
Why does it have to end so tragically
Everything’s my fault why can’t you see?
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