• There are things I can
    and cannot take
    When my heart gets weary
    I start to break.

    My intellectual ability
    That's all I have
    Failure to succeed
    Gets me depressed, gets me sad.

    I grew weak
    I wanted to cry
    I regarded myself as being strong
    But my eyes grew dry.

    I've often stopped and looked in the mirror
    To figure out who I was
    But as I stood there looking at that strange person
    I had to deny, couldn't comply, couldn't refer to who I was
    So I cried.