Half Dead Lips

Why me?

Why must my mission be something that's impossible?

Why must I fight an uphill battle?

Or live on a sinking ship.

Why?

I beg of you to answer, Existence.

Why must I take these hits?

Why must I live as a corpse.

And speak through half dead lips.

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