Drowning beneath my inability to do something right.
I've made mistakes before, and good boys don't
have mistakes to learn from.
It's all about where you've been, what you've done,
And who you wasted time with.
I can feel the loathing in the air, resonating with your words.
Well I am no different from those you despise.
How long before I bring about my own demise?
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