Fuck Up

My trusty colt. 45... Sometimes I can't get anything right and it's more that I can take Everything is blowing up in my face and I can't take a fucking break Nothing's going my way I should know better to even try But I'm too stupid to know when to quit driven on by my fucking pride Then I turn on myself with savage introspection All my faults lay bare, I've lost the power to self deception But it's knowing when to make the change That's where my problem lies Doomed to remain, a fuck up in my eyes Head up in my sleeve I can no longer be deceived I ain't no mystery Get a load of the real me I'm not a loser bullshit I'm not fooling anyone Fuck up always fucking up... Is this what you wanted from me?