I go through life
with my head held high
sometimes it seems
that's that only way to stay alive
The mocking stings
the words bite
sometimes I start to wonder
should I give up this fight?
But now you see my lips tremble
and my knee’s start to grow weak
I know I may not survive
this fight for another week
with my head held high
sometimes it seems
that's that only way to stay alive
The mocking stings
the words bite
sometimes I start to wonder
should I give up this fight?
But now you see my lips tremble
and my knee’s start to grow weak
I know I may not survive
this fight for another week


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