
The world is black and pulling you down
All is lost, failure is painting your town
Though you try , there is no progress
All is lost, failure is painting your town
Though you try , there is no progress
blundered into the mist, you are full of stress
You are tired, weary, and dying
Broken into pieces, moaning and crying
If you stop here, then you will be rotten
And all the things you have done will be forgotten
But as long as you hold on
And learn to be tough and to be strong
These pains will go on slow
Giving you another chance to grow
Life does not end where your failures start to begin
It depends upon your will and perseverance from within
For it is not measured how fast you may reach your destiny
But thus, how long you can fight to finish the journey
You are tired, weary, and dying
Broken into pieces, moaning and crying
If you stop here, then you will be rotten
And all the things you have done will be forgotten
But as long as you hold on
And learn to be tough and to be strong
These pains will go on slow
Giving you another chance to grow
Life does not end where your failures start to begin
It depends upon your will and perseverance from within
For it is not measured how fast you may reach your destiny
But thus, how long you can fight to finish the journey

cheers to that!
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