The End
I count each second waiting for my life to unfold
And I can't help but to grow another year old
My message of Death that I send
(Is often intercepted)
As a young girl's life is at its end
I wish not to control Death, or whom it takes
But it's a deadly game, and I hold the stakes
Death chooses as he may
(His victims)
But I helped him 18 months to the day
Yes, I have many of such regret
Yet, I have only one pay to debt
My heart, each night, starts to ache
As my soul in Hell starts to bake
On the battlefield of Good and Evil
I won the battle victoriously, with decieval
My soul, I cannot heal
I played my cards, there is no deal
I had my chance to make life right
I have no chance left to see the light
My life and it’s lend
And the one chance I was given
Is now at its end
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