Given Up
As I look down to my death
I see all the life I have left
Bout ready to jump
While I stand and hold my breath
The devil says be my guest
In hopes of what comes next
With the chains made of pain
Grabbing tight around my neck
And the weight of the world
Pushing down on my chest
Looking up to sky
Before I decide to take my life
Thinking of all the better times
That were blinded
By the tears that I cried
Trying to rearrange my thoughts
Before my final goodbye
I am live
I am well
I am worthy
I am here
Living, breathing, changing daily
Almost ready to be on my own
And this is only the beginning
I am winning
I have won
Remaining champion number 1
As I step back, step down
Now safe and sound
I realize I have not yet given up
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