Till My Last Breath
I swear sometimes I don't wanna answer your text.
Expecially when I know so many wanna show you more than their pecks.
But I trust you not to break my heart.
Please with the pain don't start.
Your proud right now.
Just let me keep leaving you in "wow".
As soon as I learn the truth.
I will become bullet proof.
Cut it off, trying to play a game?
You will look the fool as I climb to fame.
I got thrown in the trash expecting not to last.
As all you fools awaited my relapse.
Yet here I stand.
Waving a new brand.
Throwing a surprise at all those
Who follows.
This rumbly path
Enduring all the wrath.
I will be the man who is heaven sent.
Not the one you keep around to help with rent.
I will love you for you, wrinkly and with alstimers.
Way longer than these fucking young-timers.
I hope it's sooner than later that you open your eyes.
That way what I have to say isn't a fucking suprise!
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