The Road
The journey will be hard be hard but I am tough.
I am nothing but rough.
You tell me no, that I can't do it, that it's impossible.
Don't you know that it makes me stronger?
Makes me want it more?
So please keep telling me no that I'm not good enough,
because your hate will make me stronger, tougher, rougher.
And your hate is what I can take.
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