True

It describes me perfecltly,

I guess.
But you know, it's not all my fault

That I'm a filthy mess

Not all my fault

That I can't love and caress

Not all my fault

That I'm filled with stress

Not all my fault

That my feelings I must supress

Not all my fault

That I shall never be blessed
Not all my fault
That I cannot express

Not all my fault

That I can't achieve success

Not all my fault

But I must confess

Life is like a game of chess

And if the situation is assessed

We are at a stalemate, with no progress

Unless

We manage to impress

The king and queen

That we all possess