I thought I could be a star,
I thought, hell, I might get very far yeah
before dying and, I'm still trying, now
she says that I cannot sing,
told me thats a compliment,
or so it seems well.
I ain't crying, hell,
I'm still trying, now,
I don't dream of having a pretty face,
if I had a million dollars I'd
blow it in one place.
Give a sigh and say,
"At least I'm trying"
Am I too late, or out of time?
I've been playing in my prime.
Am I right? Or just whats left?
Baby please, don't hold your breathe.
I'll do my fair share of the work,
the ones undone will say I'm dumb as dirt
but on my end I was only trying.
I found ibuprofen in my bed,
shouldn't they be in my head,
it's painfully surprising, yes,
that I'm still trying.
And everything turns to shit,
but it's not like I'm a professional.
All this time I spent lying to myself,
and only now did I get it.
Fuck you, if you don't understand this now
then you're not supposed to.
There is no flavor
no reason, nothing;
no accomplishments will define you.
All this time I spent lying to myself,.
I have my chance to move forward,
and I'm trying.
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