Cliche

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger, And we all know how absense makes the heart grow fonder and they say its soo much better loved and lost than it is to have not loved at all This apple a day to keep the doctor away diagnosed with honesty being the best policy Somebody's been stepping on my grave chills dance on my spine I'll tell you not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice Every nemesis has it's rival Exercising the fittest survival Forgive and forget the situational ironies Kids are cruel keep making faces and it will stay that way with what comes around goes around reminder that what comes up had to be down Back to the grindstone another day another dollar Enslaved by money the route of all necisarry evils are the genrlemen and scholars Chained to their re Their white and their blue collars