Until I Die

Once Again I Rise To The Dark

I’m suppose to do this my whole life?

Even if my souls gets torn apart

I’m still required to act nice

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Not caring about the blisters in my feet

They still demand me to stand

So I swallow my pride, and sadly eat

Rising tall as I can

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The days, the nights

They become so cold

I wake up ready to fight

But now I have to swallow the fact that I’m old

ain’t no more time to get right