Have not

Wed, 09/18/2019 - 19:26 -- I'mduh1

Why can't they be death?
Determination in their voice
Aware of their choice
Their presence makes me a mess

I'll never be as good as them
They've done everything right
They emit so many lights
My chances of winning are slim

It's best to avoid their eyes
They're better than me
That's no lie
There's nothing to see
I'll never reach highs
Is it better for me
To hope that I die?

My time has come
I was dumb
My time is gone
Now it's dawn

So many mistakes
Don't have what it takes
There's nothing to fake
My light has been raked

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