So I struggle along

I don’t need shiny things to fill me up
But I can’t make fruit from an empty cup
So I struggle along
Doing my best as a rodeo clown

My hands are doing work I never chose
But the money keeps me warm in these clothes
So I struggle along
Trying to convince myself I am strong

Wondering if I’m weak for playing the game
Or stronger for what I have overcame
So I struggle along
Another lost nameless ant marching on

Life’s charging down blowing smoke through its nose
I’m not a Matador I have no rose
So I struggle along
Waiting to die so I can end this song

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