Sunday, April 18, 2004
Champion Failure I was born to be.
Always picked last, always batted 9th.
Always put in Left field.
Always striking out.
All my races were ran from behind.
Skinny tired legs could never run fast enough.
Little feet ran oh so slow.
There never seems to be enough air.
So I stopped to breath.
The more I tried, the more I failed.
The more I got up, the more I fell.
Always picked last, always batted 9th.
Always put in Left field.
Always striking out.
All my races were ran from behind.
Skinny tired legs could never run fast enough.
Little feet ran oh so slow.
There never seems to be enough air.
So I stopped to breath.
The more I tried, the more I failed.
The more I got up, the more I fell.
