On My Own Again

I keep saying the wrong thing and acting the wrong way. I never seem to do the right thing or think the right way. There is always somebody who disagrees. A story based loosely on the song "On My Own" by Tessa Violet


1. Prolog

I put my foot in my mouth again,

I hope they still want to be my friends,

I got desirable qualities,

If you don't mind my obsessing with me,

I kept repeating myself yesterday,

Repeating myself, I keep on yesterday

I want a people that I can call home,

But why do the work, when I'm doing just fine on my own


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