Why is it that we often feel the way we do?
Can you help me, it's hard to ask I know
But in the end, each other is all we have.
The experiences we go through.
The pain in this moment, is all just a test
Struggling to get by, an act that we detest
Stumble and struggle, begging for some rope
An inch is still an inch, a measure in hope.
Proverbial circumstance, in the American condition
Trying for the sake of trying, elusively wishin'
But that's what we do, we just give in
We try and we "try", until we "Just can't win"
And then when the experts, say to give up
You're left wondering, lost, sudden and abrupt.
Your hand meets your head, in a collapse of defeat
It's it this moment, you must pick up your feet!
Move.
To the beat of a different drum,
Piece together,
A collection of sum,
Experience.
Like the sands of the mortar's bricks
The certainty to defeat
The tricks.
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