Some people say you gotta live for yourself,
but myself don't wanna live another day.
So, I'll spend my time staring at this blank page.
Pick up my guitar and play.
But nothing comes out,
I dont know what to say.
Words don't seem to exist.

Oh I'll just sit.
And think of all the people I miss.
Maybe they would say;
It's only a matter of time before I fuck up my life.
But that's okay I never been the winning type. type. type. (aye-aye-aye-pe). type.

I'm a jack of no trades,
and a master of failure.
I find comfort in my blank page. page. page. page.
Oh, I'm a jack of no trades--

As another lit cigarette gets put in my ashtray---

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