I don’t want to live
An incredible lie.
I want to live
To be caring of others,
To give them the joy
I could never
Give myself.
I don’t want to live
To see myself die.
I want to live
To be the person
You come to love
Lesser than a saint
Greater than anecdote
Is the type of person
I want to be.
I don’t want to live
For wasted time
That could’ve been
Fond memories,
I want to live
For fond memories
That could’ve been
Wasted time.
To know I did
Instead of I didn’t
Can let me sleep
At night knowing
I achieved life
Instead of only
Passing it by.
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