A number of lives given to play,
All used up and thrown away,
And I’m on my last life,
Fighting to survive,
Because after this, it’s the end of the game.
My soul has no more to give,
There is not another battle that I can win,
Yet every day is a battle,
A struggle of its own,
Hold this last life, tight in my hands, don’t let it go,
Because once it is gone, then so am I.
One more sucker punch from life itself,
And I will be done with this hell,
Once I die, when I lose another
piece, of my fragile soul,
I know I won’t recover,
Won’t be able to hold on,
I’ll just have to let go.
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