I'm running out of information;
it's hard to have enough consolation.
So don't take my words into any deep thought;
I only just fail, nothing good from me is brought.
But this is only a part; and everything is my fault.
I'm famous for losing,
well-known for useless things.
The only things that I do are confusing,
nothing in me that rings.
Well, now I know my only purpose.
I am a worthless mutt in a bad situation.
Tell me the worst,
I already know that I'm involved.
I do nothing but only give a bad vibration.
But this is not the rest,
and we all know that it's my fault.
I'm well-known for failing,
best-known for ugliness.
There's something in me that tells them I'm useless,
in me, there's no brightness.
Let's settle this issue now,
I want to make myself known, but not sure how.
But what you see is false.
I am so much worse than you think.
I'm confused with deceive,
neither give nor receive.
I cannot do anything that will matter.
I'm the one to scold for this;
yes, the blame is on me.
I'm perfect for losers,
well-fit for known regret.
I'll never change anything for any best.
I am worse than the rest.