There goes my pride.

There goes everything that I've been working for,

all of my life.

There goes that dream,

and so it seems.

There goes the days and nights

awakened fighting thoughts of losing.

Maybe everything I learned before today

was just a waste.

What if everywhere I felt that I belonged

was not my place,

and it worked.

Don't blame,

yourself.

'Cause you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame.

Get on your feet.

Enough "poor me".

If you got time to bitch and whine,

well, there's still time to try again.

This time you're free.

I know it's hard to believe.

After them days and nights, awakened,

feeling lost, you're losing it.

But if everything you learned before today

was just a waste,

think of everyone you met along the way

and all you've faced.

Boy, you've won

Yeah

Don't blame

yourself.

'Cause you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame.

Now the road laid out before me is in flames,

and the bridges that I've crossed have collapsed,

and the vultures they are circling overhead.

They're reminding me of the choices from my past.

Don't blame

yourself.

'Cause you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame

yourself.

'Cause you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame.

Don't blame.

Oh, you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame.

Don't blame.

Yeah you tried as hard as hell,

with the hand that you were dealt.

Don't blame.

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Don't blame.

Oh, don't blame.

No.

Don't blame.

There goes my luck.