We march on, we stay strong, we have been all along.
Then there's you, so pathetic in self sorrow
Learn to let it go, find appreciation to show, stop being so low.
There's no reason to right the wrongs, just march on.
I'll tell you now, you gotta make this work somehow, or else take a bow.
The world isn't your stage, don't treat it as such
All in all I can tell you this much.
You're not special for feeling sorry for yourself.
You're special for trying to make others happy.
Lesson to learn.
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