Toast
What would be different if I gave up so long ago
Would earth stop turning, would the grass no longer grow
I had the opportunity, when in my hand once again a found a gun
Only eleven with this life I was already more than done
I hated to wake up to another day of
If there was an answer was this always it
The only feeling that was familiar was neverending pain
Still somehow amongst themselves on me they'd put the blame
So I made a choice to put that gun down
No matter the beating life was giving me I would fight another round
It was simple my heart took over and for a moment it was clear
My giving up will not be the reason you are shedding tears
I have some how not folded although I've been so close
I just hope I've done enough in the end for someone to stand and make a toast
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