I'm doing the best I can
With everything I am
But I am always told
They don't give a ****
I try my hardest to succeed
But there is a part of me
That wants to run away
And say I need to be freed
So I pick up my pieces
And stood up tall
I gather myself once more
Recovered from my fall
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'm doing the best I can
With everything I am
But I am always told
They don't give a ****
I try my hardest to succeed
But there is a part of me
That wants to run away
And say I need to be freed
So I pick up my pieces
And stood up tall
I gather myself once more
Recovered from my fall
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