the secretary of my fatei take messages and bring tea
type my destiny in short hand
resigned to taking the stick's short end
at the end of the day i go home
All i got is my struggle
my word is collateral for some debt to lesser known gods
even the time i have is borrowed
and look i've lost my childhood too
the power was cut all thats left is the light of hope
All i got is my struggle
i met someone looking for love
well, love don't live here no more
claims she can't live in the same house with bitterness, neglect and lies
even when i made a room for her special with a bed and everything
All i got is my struggle
my thoughts will forever be secrets
my moments personal
the crowds i get lost in painful reminders
the night my comfort
ALl i got is my struggle
... so help me God.
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