Each time I fall flat on my face,
I pull myself up and I try
to get back into the race
and move on even as I cry.

Sometimes I wonder why
I set this manic pace
when I could just give up and die…

But only through the chase
can I ever reach the sky
so I’ll shoulder my disgrace
and move on even as I cry.

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