'm up all night, but I don't know what to write.
The words don't splutter out me, like usually.
I used to love writing letters, but now I can forget it.
So many things will be past, at last.
Where am I going? Where is my destiny?
Six little words: To be, or not to be.
All at once I'm paid, for what I said.
There is nothing left for me, to be.
I will draw a line, and that will be fine.
Past is passed away, so far away.
Where am I going? Where is my destiny?
Six little words: To be, or not to be.
With this I'm saying, goodbye, oh bye.
But nobody listens to my, my words and to me.
It's to be or not to be.
Listen to some poetry: To be or not to be.
But no clever words, can help, they just hurt.
My life has all along, just gone.
This is last testimony, for me.
Where am I going? Where is my destiny?
Six little words: To be, or not to be.

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