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Where do I begin? Out on my own again, Siftin' through it with a fine tooth comb. The problem seems to be, Just a self fulfilling prophecy. Guess I'm better off alone. CHORUS: I couldn't tell ya, why I feel the way I do. But, there's one thing, that always rings true. I know what I've got, and it's not what you think that I am. No. How do you ease your mind, When you know you're just a waste of time, And that's all you'll ever be. Just take it nice and slow, Baby let the track record show: Not to waste your time on me. -CHORUS- So sick and tired, Of feeling this way. It's a struggle each and every day. So sick and tired, Of feeling this way. It's a struggle each and every day. So, don't waste your time on me. -CHORUS- |