*sigh*
I Just Knew It
I'm Just Never Able To Leave a Good Impression To Others
It's Always Stained
Why?
Who Would Ever Want Things To Turn Out This Way

If You Are Really Angry
I Would Rather Things To Be Brought Up To Talk
Keeping It To Yourself
Yet Kept Me At A Distance
Makes Me Disgust Myself

Instead Of Keeping The Grudge To Yourself
You're Just Putting Me In Agony

Spit Out.

Why You Choose Me?
You Sure I'm Gonna Do a Good Job
Stop The Confidence
I'm Just a Clumber-Hazzle
Nothing's Right
When Thing's Not Right, It's My Fault
Stop All That

Argh!

Who Understands?
I'm Want to Be Like You Too
To Be Respect By Others
To Be Seen As Perfect
To Have the Seed of Serenary Be Plated Within Me
But The Thought of Failure Is Always There
My Confidence's Gone
I Hate THIS