No, I don’t
No, I won’t
If you’re feeling remorseful you haven’t really lived
Life to the fullest
Life and the early death
Should remind you of all the twisted hours to come
And you’re trying to flee the idea,
Box on your back
Heavy to bear, hard to care
No, I won’t
No, I don’t
I don’t even try to compare them to my everything, there are
Four of them
One of them is mine
“Should I stay or should I go” and what about
the trace I’ll leave behind, the trace
that will catch up
with me one day
Eventually
Definitely
That's what they mean to me, that's not what I mean to them
I should have seen it
Should have felt it
But it is all so futile, such a waste of time
Money and thoughts, feelings
That are, were, drowned
in the sea
No, not for me
Not for me
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