Am I fuckin lovely?
Am I just a waste of time?
Every day that passes,
I begin to change my mind.
Am I really that good?
Much prouder than I should?
Music seems to pass by,
Every day another prize.
Will I get my shit together?
Will I ever complete 'Mother'?
Am I just an idle fool?
Watching others overrule?
Every promise I make
When I say my songs are great
Problem is I get sad
Problem is I get mad
and I never finish things
I'm crap at delivering
on the promises I make
Sometimes I think
I'm just fake.
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