let me ask you a question, you never had no trouble in your life you're always looking to show there's nothing worse than weakness in your eyes worse than losing control. What makes you think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all. You're passing judgement on everyone you meet you use your words like a whip it's like there's something inside you can't defeat you pounce when anyone slips What makes you think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all. There's condescension in every word you speak Another rebel in black I'd just be careful with the stances that you take cause one day it's all coming back. Let me tell a little secret that I know I'll whisper in your ear. While you're busy postuting for show What does anyone care? What makes you think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all. Do you think I'm making a mistake? I lay it all on the line. You're calculating all the chances that you take but one day soon you will find the water's rising, moving over your head surprising you when you least expect and I won't hold against you all the things that you've said there's some things that you have to accept What makes you think its easy? The world turns, it turns against us all. What makes you think its easy? and who will be there if you should ever fall?
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