Not Your Savior by Dustbox
Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future
Glamour obsessed, told how to dress, and shown how to
think
And I don't have a job, but I can show you how to be a
slob
So many days, wasted and glazed
Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about,
You asking me "Please can you help?"
Can't help my self
I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want me to be
A cowardly mistake I've made so many times before,
refusing to break
Cut my losses ties them with you, like a good boy I'll
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