Such a loser
by Syrano
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I am always such a loser
That when I live with minimum, it´s fine
For me
It´s pretty hard to be a cruiser
with the dreams of a liner
and see them shine
And to be
Always the one on the wrong side
Believe me
It´s like since I was a child
I have no pride
I am always such a loser
That I can sit on my ass all the time
Without to bore
And I can really find it super
To walk in the street and follow the line
Until the store
And to be
Another one who won´t decide
I´m sorry
It´s like that since I was a child
Yet I try
But in my head
I can travel, I can escape
And be less scared
I am not better like I thought
I am a thread
Lost in the ball I am afraid to be common
Such a loser
I am always such a loser
That I am an artist, a singer
I´m looking for something to offer
But I just have my pains, my pants and my pens
For sure, I´d like to be
Someone rich from the inside
Please let me
Show you how much it can be right
It can be right
But in my head
I can travel, I can escape
And be less scared
I am not better like I thought
I am a thread
Lost in the ball I am afraid to be common
Such a loser
I feel so empty
Cause all on Earth has the same taste
And nobody
Can help it, I am a waste
A waste of money
A waste of air but in my quest
If only
I could keep you, I would live with a beat in my chest
And
Feel something finally.
That when I live with minimum, it´s fine
For me
It´s pretty hard to be a cruiser
with the dreams of a liner
and see them shine
And to be
Always the one on the wrong side
Believe me
It´s like since I was a child
I have no pride
I am always such a loser
That I can sit on my ass all the time
Without to bore
And I can really find it super
To walk in the street and follow the line
Until the store
And to be
Another one who won´t decide
I´m sorry
It´s like that since I was a child
Yet I try
But in my head
I can travel, I can escape
And be less scared
I am not better like I thought
I am a thread
Lost in the ball I am afraid to be common
Such a loser
I am always such a loser
That I am an artist, a singer
I´m looking for something to offer
But I just have my pains, my pants and my pens
For sure, I´d like to be
Someone rich from the inside
Please let me
Show you how much it can be right
It can be right
But in my head
I can travel, I can escape
And be less scared
I am not better like I thought
I am a thread
Lost in the ball I am afraid to be common
Such a loser
I feel so empty
Cause all on Earth has the same taste
And nobody
Can help it, I am a waste
A waste of money
A waste of air but in my quest
If only
I could keep you, I would live with a beat in my chest
And
Feel something finally.