YOLO
YOLO
The words of the naive
The words of the reprieve
YOLO
The words of the hurt, the sick, the blind, the dead.
What we want to say, before there are no words left to speak.
YOLO
The last thing we do
Before it all, ends
YOLO
Tossed around here and there
Fluttering back and forth among us, an excuse of what it means to live
YOLO
You only live once, more like you only die once
How can you walk around here and say that without looking like a dunce
YOLO
They say it
They mean it
They do it
They act on it
But what does YOLO really mean
YOLO
The act of living once
The act of dying twice
YOLO
You only have 1 place on Earth
You can’t have fun when you’re dead, they said
YOLO
The words burn a whole in me
Like a clock ticks with every waking moment
YOLO
I want to jump, run, and fly
Can’t go any higher than the sky
YOLO
Why not go as high as the sky
It’s only a matter of time till we die
YOLO
Live once, act once, die once
YOLO is what we are, what we breath, what we live, and who we are
Go live like YOLO and touch the sky
It’s only a matter of time till we die
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