I'm so confused, I can't think straight
the things I do, are second rate
Is this the way to seal my fate?
I'm hoping that it's not
I bog down in the little stuff
the things I do aren't good enough
what should be smooth, is very rough
I'm giving all I got
I truely want to do things right
I'm trying hard, with all my might
I'm holding on so very tight
my stomach's in a knot
I know that when I settle down
and get my feet back on the ground
the rest of me will come around
to take that final shot!
Hi Michael. Another punchy little number. not at all confused from what I see. well done a good read ***(10) *** I think. Regards Dave T.
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