I try to see the one I am
As clearly as I can
But end up with a diagram
Of some unlucky man.

I find it easy as can be
To talk myself to death:
I’m someone no one wants to see
Or else I’ve got bad breath.

I start to blow a candle out
But set my hair on fire,
And, when it comes to feeling doubt,
I wallow in that mire.

It seems I haven’t faced the truth
Since way before my wayward youth.

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