We've all been told,
that we are special
But no one really believes that, you know
I think there is something.
In that being human, we never figure it out,
And sometimes we pretend to,
Other times we hid behind our pillows, music, rum and the drugs
And people will label music addicts and imperfections
While they took, try to figure out
What makes them so special
I think the moment we realize how special
We really are is in that last breathe,
And you suddenly conclude,
I was here, I existed now, and never again
I know this, because I have died many times
I died so much, I am not even me anymore.
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