How many times has he laid on his bed,
Just staring at the ceiling,
With his thoughts always so far away,
Constantly imagining everything?
This time, It has to work,
Nothing can go wrong.
Friends would just laugh,
See everything as just a show.
His farewell was supposed to be something special,
Planned like a performance.
He was close to it several times,
But then fear took hold of him.
It was all nothing been,
He was not born to die as a hero.
But now there is no more hesitation,
He swore it to himself.
He demands very little,
But he already wants far too much.
The right to decide for himself
When the time comes to leave.
He demands very little,
But that's far too much.
The right to decide for yourself
When the time comes to leave.
What would be in the newspaper tomorrow?
Certainly not much, not about him.
It doesn't make any difference,
As the poison begins to take effect.
The journey is only short-lived,
It ends under the oxygen tent.
They pumped his stomach,
Blocked the last resort.
But he knows that at some point he will be able to escape
br/>And then he sets off.
His eyes take on a faint shine,
He is looking forward to the night.
He asks very little,
But that's far too much.
The right to decide for yourself
When the time comes to leave.
Time to go.
It's time to go.

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