And I woke up too late
And everything I loved,
I begin to hate.
I know I sound repetitive,
Cause I'm repeating myself.
And I'm competitive,
I want you all by yourself.
And that alone is just the problem,
I've got these woes,
I just can't solve them.
If I could gather up the nerve,
I'd put my feelings into words.
And if I weren't so young, or stupid, or restless,
I might be able to just soon forget this.
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