I wonder how my last breath would be like,
The To-do list, will my guns get spiked,
Will you ever love me putting your lungs at stake,
And skid and surf on the ice saying whatever it takes.
I could be reckless sitting on the edge,
Driven by fear of death to the verge of despair,
Every day I endeavor to breathe to make life fair,
We too can drown in to die without water,
Though I couldn't sketch your flaws and scars,
I keep reminding you that we breathe a borrowed air.
Even if we marvel the lights in the night,
Walk 2 miles to lay on the surface of ice,
We could rebel and you'll get to heave a sigh,
It's just life, chill, we still can dice with death.
What's worth it if you steal one foot,
Here feet apart, I got nothing left,
Sound lung neither heart,
For the second, you're known for theft,
One foot doesn't mean our hearts will kiss,
To hold each other, are you willing to take the risk,
It's just life, it will be over before we know it.
Lighten up, we'll depart before it's snowing.
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