I will not succomb, to this enslavement of mine.
This heartbeat is a gift, and I've wasted much time.

A battle between two. A war from within.
After all of the pain, my soul has worn thin.

The odds stacked against me, weight of the world on my back.
I'm leaving this nightmare. I'm not coming back.

To my son I am sorry, my mother and the rest.
Even though I am sinking, I will give my best.

I'll abandon my vices, I'm shattering this cage.
I'll keep treading water, As I usher in a new age.

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