Another day
Another hour
Another feeling
That must be devoured

The feeling of earth's weight
Pressing against your shoulders
All of people's expectations
And their so called opinions

Gravity is simple
But many fail to understand
That the longer the cup is held
The more painful it becomes

Its weight starts to double
And I start to tumble
Loosing will to stand up
I beg myself not to give up

My arms become numb
And my head's a blur
I want rest already
But still want more

Knees shaking
I start crying
Is this the end?
Can I stop fighting?

Why do I fight?
Why must I keep fighting?
Can't I just resign?
Or must I keep resisting?