Sweating, straining under the pressure to
lift you higher than my arms will allow
Muscles burning, aching, I can feel you
Falling and pulling my confidence down
You know I am weak -- you prey on it well
giving me courage to raise you again
Then reminding me how I often fail
I lose my grip and my will to begin
Another round of trying to push you
further, farther above my troubled mind
You set down a ridiculous curfew
of set goals by which I have to abide
We were supposed to become much stronger
But now, we work together no longer
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