When all is said and done
Tell me how to write this
Tell me how to fight this war
I hate the feeling of this weight upon my shoulders
Pushing the pressure down on me
You think you want the best for me but nothing ever matters
if you force it, it won't come
I guess I'm feeling numb
I'll play this game
I'll do anything you tell me
All the losers win in the end
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