I'll bite my tongue
Explode my mind
My concentration is split in millions
And I'm left for the wolves
Will they devour me
Or will I run?
Under my circumstances
I will leave it up to someone else to decide
Have that decision be life or living
I'd rather have them tear my flesh
Than scatter my feet to another fatality
I would rather get it over with now
If now is it
Then I want now
I'd be a coward to keep running to something new
I would like to have what I've had
My memories should never be memories
But rather they should be my never ending lifestyle
Everyday should be yesterday
And until then, leave me for the wolves.
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