They talk sometimes, about what will happen when the world ends
I don’t listen to them
They all want to hide, and try to live
But I’m sick and tired of living in the shadows
So when it comes, I’ll stand in the middle of the road.
And I’ll wait, with my arms wide open, and challenge the sky
And whatever doom may come.
I’ve made it through all of this.
If I can make it through that, then I will finally feel invincible
Even if I die, I’ll die truly living.
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