I'll face this life as i would death.
Living each fragile day not in regret.
Enduring the trials brought by fate,
to choose from Heaven or Hell's gate.
Live each moment on the hope of deliverance,
Live each minute as is it was the last chance.
To exist with my unswallowed pride,
I'll lead this destiny as i decide.
A heart painfully scathed,
By the burns that you've made.
An empty soul that constantly suffers,
Caused by love's undying embers.
I sought not a life of perfection,
rather than just living in your recession,
I sought not your beauty,
It's enough for me to see just your purity.
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