This depression is taking over my mind
This oppression of mine
Is taking such a long time
To make me feel fine
But i haven't given up yet
I'll fight it till my last breath
My cheeks are all dry
And I'll by all means try
To stop it from getting wet
Because tears I'm saving it for Death
Death be screaming in my head
When everyone is resting in bed
But "NO"
I will never take the early grave
Because something's telling me am brave.

I might be a loser
But am not losing to myself
I'm the commander, the choser
Of my life and i choose to live
And when the right time come
When Death comes to take me home
I want him to be teary and say
"You've been a fighter all your life
Now burn brighter and enjoy your afterlife"


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