All of these pages wasted,
Cause I'm sitting on the next, faded,
Writing about how I'm so jaded,
Would it be a crime if I made it?

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I can be cursed by God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.

I'm tidying up this time,
Wrapping a complex line,
Failing to see the crime,
Cause there wasn't one, it's fine.

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I can be cursed by God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.