Philosophical

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No you dontwant to fall downon your knees 
Or do the dance of the falling leaves 
You cant cry when your touched by pain 
There is nobody here who even knows your name 
You are just another number to them 
And they cant stand the sight of you 
Everydays a new struggle to get through 
A different day but the same oldblues 
Throwit off and blaze a trail 
Because now that you are down on your knees 
And yourself respect is blown awayby a passing breeze 
Cup in handyou have sunk so low 
Yet from the ashes of despair you find yourself