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Only the Strong
What makes me think that, it'll all work out in the end
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping, I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say
Or reactions, that control us one and all
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Why don't you think about that
So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend, my fault should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing what's the next card
I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand at all
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Keep those eyes wide open, here comes a blind side
Maybe things happen for a reason, and wherein lies the answer
To overcome the grieving, of life's unruly lessons
I'm handed in sucession, it builds my pain which makes me strong
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Why don't you think about that
What makes me think that, it'll all work out in the end
Afraid to feel bad, better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long
Is this helping, I'm growing weaker each day
Can't stop whining, still afraid of what I might say
Or reactions, that control us one and all
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Why don't you think about that
So now I'm bleeding on myself yes once again
Seems I trusted another deceitful friend, my fault should've known the deal
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer for real
Seems easy, but nothing could be so hard
Trying to guess life's dealing what's the next card
I'm surely folding, I don't like this hand at all
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Keep those eyes wide open, here comes a blind side
Maybe things happen for a reason, and wherein lies the answer
To overcome the grieving, of life's unruly lessons
I'm handed in sucession, it builds my pain which makes me strong
It's mine, it's pure and, as decent as I can make myself
Inside, we all know, only the strong survive
Why don't you think about that