I feel hackneyed, overplayed, and unoriginal;
I've become jaded, bored, and cynical.

not many friends,
but a great family
can't see the end,
but know it's coming gradually
for myself, don't have to fend
cause the ruler of the universe has me
don't have any perfection to spend,
so it's good that there's no fee
sometimes my will tries to bend,
but then I remember where I'll be spending eternity

I won't equivocate.
Vile lies, I'll repudiate
before it's too late.

On paper,
nowhere to go but down

In real life,
nowhere to go but up

I like my real chances better
have somewhere to go over perfection, I'd rather

Tell me I'm wrong,
and you're probably right.
Tell me I've made a mistake,
and you're probably not mistaking.
Tell me my judgment is bad,
and your judgment is probably good.
Tell me it could be better,
and it probably couldn't be worse.
You can tell me I'm worthless,
but I'll never be worth less than priceless.