When you're standing on the barrier of life and death,
When you're breathing in your last breath,
When death wins the fight,
When you no longer have any right,
For Any right to live is taken away,
And happiness is replaced by sadness and pain,
That's when you finally understand,
That you could of been whoever you want to be,
You could of done whatever you wanted to do,
As long as you be you.
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