I'll tell you what kind of men I really am!
I have no strength, but I want it all.
I have no knowledge, but all I do is dream.
There's nothing I can do, but I struggle in vain like an idiot!
I... I hate... I hate myself!
All I do, is talk a big game and make myself sound like a big shot, when I can't do anything! I never do anything, yet I complain with the best of them like it's my job or something.
Who the hell do I think I am!?
I'm a fraud, it's amazing that I can