Why would you press exit?
You walk on the rails of the train. You think it over and over again in your brain. Should I keep walking or just step aside? Just call someone who catch me up for a ride. The way to heaven or hell is a one way ticket. Is there any good reason why you would risk it?
In life there are good things and bad, but why is there a reason to be sad? Everyday when the sun wakes you up, you have to smile and don't give a fuck. People around you feel the same way, even if they act like it is their day.
The way of life isn't a straight road, it's full of mountains and rivers. Will you cross them or do you stand still? When you don't move someone else will.. take your steps and maybe let you fall, but for everyone is a special person you can call.
Even when you are not here around anymore, you'll be in my mind forever and more. Even if you try to sneak out of my life, I'll catch you and put you back in my head. You're the reason why I am so upset.
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