I never thought
Enough in the unknown
The time was mine
I held still rarely
Tomorrow is not alive
My tomorrow is her fault
Wait, couldn't I get enough alive
I'll conquer when I'm over
Time tomorrow will not be mine
When I hold my days in my room
Sixteen is too rare to die
So I'll be rare in my time
The one day I will not be on the world
I'll be dieing in my room
And I'll be alone.

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