A Waster

A waster.
I sail through life;
Afloat my sea of troubles.

A waster.
Why would I try so hard?
If I knew I still wasn't good enough?

A waster.
Her expectations were high,
So nothing turned out right.

A waster.
I know enough to survive this world.
Yeah, I know enough french to kiss.

A waster.
Until you came along,
And told me I was good enough.

The End

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