Yours Will End Before Mine

Living a fast life
Fear will burn through my eyes
Give in to my knife
Someone near to me dies
Now I can only make mischief myself
Now I can only take vengeance myself

Dying a slow death
Hope will grace my ears with lies
As I know this could be my last breath
Someone dear to me dies
Help these tears to cry
Help these fears to die

I’m no feckless
With each selfless
Word I utter
Yours will end before mine
My worst foe died just fine

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