I've made some mistakes,
in this life of mine.
And the price that aches,
is that I don't feel fine.
It's easy to say,
and so easy to fake.
That I'm okay,
while I'm so close to break.
So close to fall apart,
and just bleed in the grass.
'Cause the dying heart,
will fight to the last.
The last breath,
that will take away all my sufferings.
That will be my death,
when someone will rip out my wings.
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