Half-handed Cloud. Can't Even Breathe On My Own Two Feet. Zeneszám

And you know I'm so bad, don't you?
Can't even breathe on my own two feet.
I'm constantly trying to compete with myself.
And I see you're so good.
How'd you get to the place you can show your face?
And you've even got a smile on it.
And I need a new life.
Can you?