Just another one in the crowd,
Fighting for my chance to break through,
Of my accomplishments I may be proud,
But will that be enough for you.
I am strong enough to stand on my own two feet,
Or at least I wish that I could say,
My strength is my own defeat,
Because I am not a part of that cliche.
I am not the one who can hold his own,
Rather just watch me fall,
Once again feel so alone,
As I just witness me losing it all.
Why must I let everything pass me by,
Such a curse in which I possess,
Sometimes I wonder why I even try,
Let me tell you I'm a mess.
Just let me bury it,
Just to see it happen again,
Excavate the grave for it,
In a losing game can I win?
I am not the one who can hold his own,
Rather just watch me fall,
Once again feel so alone,
As I just witness me losing it all.
We all feel this weak,
At sometime in our life,
Such a losing streak,
That we find ourselves staring down the knife.
Cause we can't do it alone,
Without a tourniquet to bind,
Through this pain we have grown,
And left us with some peace of mind.
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