I feel like I'm running a race
And I'm coming in last place
No matter how I try,
Whether it's "do or die",
I just keep falling on my face.
Why is it that everything I think turns about?
When I start to say or write it, it turns inside out.
I mean something different than the words that come from my mouth,
But, I cannot find a way to fix them the right way round.
After I've confused myself and know not what I'm doing,
I realize my mistake, but it's too late to fix it.
The words are said, the deed is done,
And pride and embarrassment keep me from admitting it.
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