Mildew forming on my lips
Rendering me utterly useless
How I miss those little skips
During the time where I had no losses
One by one we all fall down
Step by step we tumble over
Gone are the days, away they've flown
When I was in a state more than sober
Cold is the wind that blows
Stagnant is the life that supposedly flows
When oh when, will this battle be over
Or will this be rampant, with me always running for cover
Do I give up?
Do I give in?
'Cos when Death comes again and says, 'Your time's up!'
Do I look at It in the eyes and kick it in the shin
And say,
'It ain't over, 'till it's over.'
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