We die a little bit everyday
Sometimes from the words that people say
Not only from becoming a day older
Sometimes from trying to be a little bit bolder
We die to become comfortable in our own skin
With the perceptions of others we seem to contend
We die to let go of who we were
Sometimes seeking others to concur
Sometimes we die to become another
We want to be like our sister or brother
We are killed sometimes all the day long
But dying to one’s self can make you strong
We die sometimes from the words that we speak
Unable to live up to the promises we can’t keep
We die to live up to other people’s dreams
But for how long can we keep up that scheme
We die a little when we won’t act brave
Losing the opportunity for ourselves to be saved
We die a little when we choose to not have faith
Unconsciously fighting life so we seem to appear wraith
We die a little when we take hold of fear
Wanting dreams to come true but we’re afraid they’ll appear
We die a little trying to replicate the past
So stuck that our future we can’t even grasp
We die a little bit everyday
Tell me, how will you die today?
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