I keep looking at myself,
And wonder: 'why?'
Why, of all the people I know,
Most I be the worst guy.
...
I'm like every other,
I'm unique.
I just lack the strength inside of me,
So I was destined to be weak.
...
He told me:
'Be yourself, and that's all that cares'
Alright, I'll be myself.
You deal with the mental repairs?
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