My Endnote

Consider this my endnote to be read when I’m gone.

I have always been looking for this, dying for this, but It seems I've lost track.

This is everything I believed in. This is what I'll take back.

We won’t compete. I won’t fight for a throne that doesn’t exist.

We won’t compete. Everything we have is lost through arrogance.

We won’t compete. I won’t fight for a throne that doesn’t exist.

We won’t compete. It’s only us who feel the consequence.

I choose to start today because I’m longing for a life less plagued.

Where we both know, that if we both go, then we leave behind an empty page.

Why would I fight a war when I’ve lost everything I'm fighting for?

Why do you turn your head when together we could wake the dead?

This is not beyond repair.

This is a certainty. This is a must for me.

Because it’s not beyond repair.

We won’t compete. I won’t fight for a throne that doesn’t exist.

We won’t compete. Everything we have is lost through arrogance.

We won’t compete. I won’t fight for a throne that doesn’t exist.

We won’t compete. It’s only us who feel the consequence.

You can't break me.

I have taken the stand and I have earned my place.

Those who breed disgrace remain faceless.

With my head held high, I’ll give until I am gone. You can't break me.

With my head held high, I’ve been here all along. You can't break me.