In the background watching closely
In the background watching closely
Don’t think anybody knows me
But somehow my eyes keep getting wetter
Pick yourself up, it only gets better
A boat in the ocean without a sail
Direction keeps changing, because I fail
Afraid that I’ll end up like a beggar
Pick yourself up, it only gets better
It seems that I give up, at every turn
Between strength and cowardice, can’t discern
Nobody knows who is the rule setter
Pick yourself up, it only gets better
I try to speak up, but I’m never heard
I only try, to get out a word
When it gets cold, I go grab my sweater
Pick yourself up, it only gets better
Though a fake smile is hard to attain
Others can’t see insides screaming in pain
Drifting through life, as if I’m a feather
Pick yourself up, it only gets better
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