Only the Weak


Only the weak have never picked themselves up
I'm all alone
The family, I left behind
The friends, left me
One problem and another find their way to my door
They knock me down
But I pick myself up
I'm hanging on by a thin, thin thread
But I pick myself up
I smile when I need to smile
I cry when I need to cry
But I always pick myself up
Because only the strong keep fighting
When there is nothing left to lose

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