Try

Trying so hard, it’ll never be enough Splitting up lies, that’ll always be tough Admitting the future’ll better isn’t bad But sometimes the present won’t be too glad Efforts in trying will at times go to waste Leaving one wondering if they’re a disgrace If you were to ask me, I wouldn’t know I’m already trapped down under twelve feet of snow Come back in the summer, when it’s much warmer And I’ll be able to tell if you trying has gotten harder