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Working on my confidence But now I have none Cause I left my rum on the counter Walking pondering my thoughts I know I was wrong I'm eyeing the edge of the highway Read All of these girls leave me read And I don't think I am red Ready for this conversation Now Every time my head is bowed I have some type of regret For everything that I said Now I'm sitting petting my dog He gives me advice To act really nice with the others Smiling Being naïve I can't make a friend Because I am wounded and dripping Red All of these girls leave me read And I don't think I am red Ready for this conversation Now Every time my head is bowed I have some type of regret For everything that I said