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The Way It Works

My mom used to say: that’s the way the world works, hun

You can’t make friends with everyone

Some will love you, some will pretend

Others will be with you right ‘til the end

That’s the way it all works, dear

Friends close, and enemies near

But even when everyone around you will say

That you won’t make it, that you haven’t the brain

Even when one hundred people will boo you away

You’ve got to believe in yourself, that’s the only way

The self-preservation, the fight in you, you see

You can’t let them tell you that you’re not free

You’re an artist, a scholar, you’re special to me

You are incredible, but not everyone will agree

Though it’s not fair, that’s the way it all works

Some slave away and then the others get perks

You don’t get to choose where you come from, you know

But you can decide where it is that you want to go

You are a sunflower, you just need to find the right rays

That will set your true glory ablaze

You are a bluebird, but you’re trying to swim

When you can fly away on a whim

You are a marvel, but you keep thinking

That if you’re not progressing, then you are sinking

It’s the way it works, it’s all so bizarre

Believe in yourself and you will go far

So, realize that you are a winner

Or they’ll eat you up for dinner



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