Success is so hard to find.
Expecting not to be marred, every time you grind.
You will be scarred if you only stay kind.
In all, you have to disregard everyone else’s mind.
Love is so difficult to catch.
It’s like you need a miracle to ever find your perfect match.
Maybe if you were a bit more lyrical, you could finally have your wonderful batch.
Look into yourself by being spiritual and then you might be able to have someone become attached.
Happiness is so tough to achieve.
It’s like you need to bluff, to ever have someone believe.
And it’s always so rough, so you just give up to grieve
But when you finally had enough, you will not care anymore and be relieved.