Today I get stronger Tomorrow I get smarter I'll grow older And I'll get wiser. But behind all the good deeds Is the deep dark secrets I keep I throw them in the closet Find a key and lock it Wish I may Wish I might Someday I'll end up doing things right Before it gets better It has to get harder. No, I am not cursed I am hurt. I run away from the pain I stand out in the rain My tears do not show Neither does my sorrow I stand like a soldier Back straight Chin up Boots are buckled up Standards high And Eyes open wide.
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