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Through the years I've come to realize
That there's always going to be someone better,
Quicker, fitter, smarter, stronger than me
But when I look in the mirror at least
I can accept the person I see
I'm not afraid to be me
And even if I'm all alone
And everyone turns their back and walks away
I don't know if I'd feel any different than I do today
But I get by
