Life’s a Bitch

I feel like a fish out of water

I am a walking cliché

I sound like a loose cannon

I am a walking cliché

I don’t want to add insult to injury

I am a walking cliché

I feel like I’m back to square one

I am a walking cliché

I sound like the big man on campus

I am a walking cliché

I don’t have a bird’s eye view

I am a walking cliché

I feel like crying like a baby

I am a walking cliché

I sound like a broken record

I am a walking cliché

I don’t have the facts of life

I am a cliché

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