It's like climbing up a wall Giving it everything you got But every time you're close to the top Gusts of wind arise, blow you down and you sob
As you lay on the ground, you look around and you see A bunch of other people who try and succeed And in the meantime you slowly feel The Nasty Art of Comparison starting to lead
Doubts starts to grow like unstoppable weed And it will always continue if you don't stop to feed. They tell you to try again but no need I'll never succeed.
Maybe I just don't have it in me?
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