Nothing Ever Goes Right

Nothing ever goes right, and the fault is all mine.

Nothing ever sticks, nothing ever clicks.

I often feel like I'm just there, floating through this maze called life.

Nothing ever goes right or left, it just wanders off, never looking back.

It's all on me, it must be, and it is, without a single doubt.

Nothing ever seems like it's meant for me.

And frankly, it can all go to hell, for all I care.