What I want, I cannot always get The person I try to be I sometimes forget. What I really want I cannot get at all Reminding me to avoid the fall.
And there is a space in what I seek It's not a waste, I am no freak. Getting used to what I know is real Is a comfort to how I feel.
I get annoyed at the simple things And those who like to pull strings. What I want, I cannot always get But who I am I will not regret.
Getting used to the reality of things Can only refresh my very being. Another Tricky Day I tend to see Another struggle to set me free.
Getting used to it is a new style And watching you makes it worthwhile. For what we do, comes back in the end. And you irritate me so, my friend.
It's alot like skating, on ice so thin Why do I bother to let you in? I'm getting used to the waiting No longer am I doing the hating.
For one day we'll both know the score And at that time you cannot ignore Another Tricky Day I used to see Where finally, I set myself free.
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