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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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