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I sat in my room for days
too numb to think, too numb to move
as my body lays here comatose
I realize that this is not my time
the reality of fear comes to life
I don't know ending and I never will
but I'll keep on living
embrace the concept of growing old
accept mortality for what it is
so define your life, make up your mind
I am the author of my own life
I know that I'm fine
you seek comfort through denial
you can't come to terms when you're playing pretend /we're unsure of what's to come but we'll make the most of it while you're playing pretend
we are all the same, there's nothing you can do it all ends this way
don't spend your life waiting for death
it's the things in between that make life worth living
I know that I will be fine
you let hearsay lead you on
you can't avoid the inevitable
you count my footsteps as you waste your time remaining uncertain your entire life
I am the author of my own life
you are the failure waiting to die.