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"Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets My faults were letters carved in stone As meaningful to you as words written in water I'm left to walk this world alone Fill solos - Mustaine In a broken mold they made me The black sheep of the family Worth less than zero my opinion And room temperature IQ I did something, now I'm nothing Always wrong with this or that Poisoned with fear watch it twist My measly brain mad Solo - Pitrelli Talk about me when my back is turned Next time we meet it will be to late The memory burned in my ears of what you said And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it Fill solos - Mustaine Dark clouds on the horizon Make it hard to breathe A walking mistake but every time I run away, I just come back for more The choice is clear I can quit And fall on my sword or light a fire To see who runs or stays And plays the confidence game Solo - Pitrelli "