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
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