Loser
Nobody loves a loser
and least of all myself
Nobody would excuse one
and last of all myself
Each must take what he chooses
and I have chosen my hell
No-one has use for a loser
and I have used myself well
I'm not that much of a loser, it just feels that way sometimes.
and least of all myself
Nobody would excuse one
and last of all myself
Each must take what he chooses
and I have chosen my hell
No-one has use for a loser
and I have used myself well
I'm not that much of a loser, it just feels that way sometimes.
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