The best of times is the worst of times,
when one falls back and cries.
When you look out the window and the rain falls down,
when one collapses to the ground.
You think you're on your own,
look around and you'll know,
how much everyone cares and wants you around,
how I'll try to stop you from hitting the ground.
Tell me all your secrets,
I don't need the lies;
I want to give a helping hand,
just don't leave me behind.
Everyone tells you to keep your head up,
keep your heart in your chest.
It's worth it in the end.
Once again there are the best of times, and the worst of times.
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