There are those daze when I know that I just can't make it my own

When I just can't seem to find my way out of a wet paper bag

Struggling forcefully to keep myself upright

While those all around me are simply going down

I cry out for help

No one seems to hear

So I shift myself back down to low  gear

Trying to find my best grind

Again and again

Slipping only further behind

When I look upon my brethren

They all seem to just look away

So now I am asking each of you

Is there anything that you can do

For you see helping me will be the same as helping you

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