Too many struggles, too many scenes

a broken record of misery

and if you let it, it makes you cry

and you can never be satisfied

I see the victims of low esteem

the empty people without a dream

the bitter faces of bitter men

and I don't want to be one of them



How will it make me cry

if I won't let a tear in my eye

how will it make me feel worse

if I won't let it hurt

I've been through trouble before

I stood tall when I got up off the floor

to find myself a different situation



Now when the sun rolls across the sky

and the autumn leaves fall before my eyes

I can see the reason why

I remember how to forget



Too many troubles and memories

of disappointment and apathy

and if you let it, it makes you hate

you've got to learn to take it day by day

I see the victims of low esteem

the empty people without a dream

the bitter faces of bitter men

but I don't want to be one of them



How will it make me cry

if I won't let a tear in my eye

how will it make me feel worse

if I won't let it hurt

I've been through trouble before

I stood tall when I got up off the floor

to find myself a different situation



Now when the sun rolls across the sky

and the autumn leaves fall before my eyes

I can see the reason why

I remember how to forget



I see the sun roll across the sky

and the autumn leaves fall before my eyes

and I know the reason why

I feel so fine