I walk this world alone with no one else in sight
Sick of getting hurt, but always ready for the fight
Life hasn't turned out quite how I expected
Screwing up seems to be all that I've perfected
If life is a race then I feel I'm comming last
I give it all I got but I'm going nowhere fast
But that don't mean I'm just gonna let life pass me by
Because even if it kills me you can never say I didn't try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem