A death of your own
I actually feel sorry for some. The prospect of freedom comes at a heavy price and some times death is the only option.
I can recall when it was that point for me. Believe me I welcomed my death so heartedly. Yet still I fought.
I cannot understand that will that is deep inside of you. And you even try to shut it down. Surprisingly it won't stop.
I am sorry I wasn't the freedom helper. Yet I know walking out is even harder. Comfort sits there. Being on your own is hard. Yet some just can't do it.
I know. I know. I am a fine one to speak. And there is no explanation.
Still I do feel sorry for the ones who thought death would be their only way out or even just losing.
Still you did lose. Who? I cannot say. Nor will I ever. But you got what you wanted. A death of your own.
I can recall when it was that point for me. Believe me I welcomed my death so heartedly. Yet still I fought.
I cannot understand that will that is deep inside of you. And you even try to shut it down. Surprisingly it won't stop.
I am sorry I wasn't the freedom helper. Yet I know walking out is even harder. Comfort sits there. Being on your own is hard. Yet some just can't do it.
I know. I know. I am a fine one to speak. And there is no explanation.
Still I do feel sorry for the ones who thought death would be their only way out or even just losing.
Still you did lose. Who? I cannot say. Nor will I ever. But you got what you wanted. A death of your own.
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