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To her, it felt like she was on the edge Ready to dive in but still contained everything in She thought she could handle it otherwise they'd label her as weak For she knew the 'survival of the fittest theory'
She has a lot on her shoulders Ironic, how she doesn't have a shoulder to cry on Or maybe she doesn't want them to know her as a cry-baby, For she had heard a million times, life ain't easy
She wanted to scream, wanted to take a pause But she knew very well that it would be a race she couldn't catch up on All the problems she kept in began to shake her core Making her feel like the champagne bottle's cork Any moment now She felt she could explode like a volcano But they say it ain't over 'till it's over and you're a corpse.
