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Too many struggles, too many scenes
A broken record of miseries
And if you let it, it makes you cry
And you can never be satisfied
I see the victims of low esteem
The empty people without a dream
The bitter faces of bitter men
And I don’t want to end up one of them
How will it make me cry
If I won’t let a tear in my eye
How will it make me feel worse
If I won’t let it hurt
I’ve been through trouble before
I stood tall when I got up off the floor
To find myself a different situation
Now when the sun rolls across the sky
And the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
I can see the reason why
I remember how to forget
Too many troubles and memories
Of disappointment and apathy
And if you let it, it makes you hate
You’ve got to learn to take it day by day
I see the victims of low esteem
The empty people without a dream
The bitter faces of bitter men
But I don’t want to be one of them
