9, 8, it's too late
To start over and come back
I'm over, no turning back
7, 6, I'm sick
of all the confusing
Refusing to moving
It's 5, I'll survive
this life, tonight
So think I'm starting to count
4, 3, deep down and breathe
I'm changed like the sky
and splashed like the sea
And it's 2, 1, the last countdown
First there'll be no sound
0, it's time now.
Too tired to think of a story for a song so.. poem, i guess.
see the countdown? ha? ha?
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