Living Just
i woke up running after fate
because for the love of me
giving in just wasnt enough
and for once i wanted
to know how it feels
to lose ur breath and
bite the wind
Im the masochist
of my own soul
living just is never enough
all by its self
the hands of time
never holds out
for any man
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