I wish I had someone else's life to live
Maybe then, I'd have more love to give
I make it through each miserable day
Succeeding in turning my hair more gray
But at the edge of the oncoming night
I try to think of doing only right
No matter how bad my day has been
I still hope that soon it'll all end.
Would things have been different if I'd tried
To make the world better or had I lied?
Instead the truth is what I used for all
Making many cry or have a downfall
So, what price do we pay to help ourselves?
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