Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.

Every day a different measure, every day, uncovered treasure.

Everywhere a different path, every day, a sense of wrath.

Every night brings dreams of fantasy, actually better than reality.

Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.

Every day a different cup, every day, a broken glass.

Everywhere confusing roads, a matrix void of any codes.

Every morning the sun brings hope, to watch me fall on a slippery slope.

Pain and strain, life is filled with pain and strain.

Every day a different lesson, a game you win, a game you lose.

Everywhere a different clue, to build a puzzle you did not choose.

Who is there to rescue you? Why would you ask? It is always you.

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