Move,
move, move, move
Move,
move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Hopeful that you'll get this
Hope it reaches you when your death doesn't dismiss it
Flask full of some liquid, ice fixed on a misfit
I can hear footsteps from someone in the distance
And they call your name
As you sink and fall into your grave
Optimistic as this witness, like to show the
risk And you've got the potential to make better
decisions I thought I could ditch this,
getting sued
from existence And send higher realms in a search for more
Consistency when I saw nothing And fought
until God came
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