My Fault

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Why is a bottle of wine my only relief
Why am I the only one with this much regret and grief
If I had a dollar for everyone I pushed away
If only you knew how many gave up after they swore they’d stay
But maybe it’s my fault, it usually is
Maybe I’m the one not worth it, maybe I deserve this
At this rate I’ll never have anything, not even a wife
Yeah, it’s pretty safe to say I’ve ruined my life

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