Today I've won the battle,
because I'm still alive.
And when tomorrow comes,
I hope not to see you cry,
because I'm losing, getting closer to the edge.
Sooner or later I will fall off,
surely, I cannot survive.
And when I look down upon you
from the top of my pinnacle,
to see your struggles, your agony, watch you fail,
deep inside I will cry.
When everything we live and die for,
has been nothing but a lie.
Deep inside I will cry.
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