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Past the point of humbling, I I know I won't be anything Once I'm strewn into my fate There won't be any space to hate With all the things we think about and, All the things we live without There's no time to procrastinate And no time to collaborate It wasn't too hard to find Opportunities left behind It was next to the jar Of wishes to be placed on a shooting star Hope is like a snickers bar It's good, but it won't get you far Source of short term energy But soon becomes a memory I'm living off of what I've got I'd give it all for just one shot To make something of myself someday Collect my pride and move away From Letras Mania