Difficult
Difficult to say, difficult to do
Someone yelling here, another at you
Tired of hearing your name shouted
Tired of being the last one at it
All alone, you seem to be
Until one day, you open your eyes and simply see
That the world around you is only what you make
I make mine with rainbows and sun shines and smiles everywhere
And soon the difficulty washes away, and you are just you
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