step up
I gotta get my head straight
I know whats waiting
Ive been there
Ì`ve stood at hell`s gate
Instead of destroying
I`ve decided I`ll try to create
taking the steps to start fresh
Let`s call it a clean slate
I see there can be more to life
than being a decomposing pile of flesh
riddled with hate and strife
Yes my world may be a mess
but I have a choice of my path
I need not distress
like a phoenix i can rise from the ash
or
I can take the easy way out
and embrace death`s alluring caress
With those around me
I need to be honest and open
not leaving what needs to be said
lost in the ether
unspoken
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