We all try through the years to make things right
Setting aside our own hearts desires for the good of others
The years pass and we siphon out what happiness we may 
Because its a cruel, cruel world 
The only truth is struggle 
Though the passage of time pales the path upon which we staggered
None of it was ever easy 
A best, a killing joke
They never spared the yoke
For those who had a dream 
We've all been, at some point
Upon these blood stained knees
Screaming, for a blessing 
PLEASE, PLEASE (please me)
Yearning for the lessons of success
Only wanting to be the best
Wanting it all 

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