Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet, now the sky's blackeningKids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplished- Eminem

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Poetry•ו Texte, manche von mir selbst, manche aus Liedern, die mir aus der Seele sprechen. •ו •ו Life's true gift lies in your freedom to design it beautifully the way you choose. •ו