Memento Mori(Original Vocaloid Song)

Описание: It may not sound Vocaloid,but I made it with the Vocaloid characteristics.
Live Life To The Fullest,everyone:)
LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Found an old wristband
Faded stamp from a night I forgot
Ticket stubs in a coffee can
Little proofs that I made it this far
I’ve been saving these tiny myths
Like they’re all that I’ll leave behind
But the dust on the window sill
Keeps drawing a deadline ,line
[Chorus]
The clock keeps talking in the background
The hands spin wild but they’re on my side
If every breath is borrowed time
Then I’m done staying quiet on the sidelines
The fear of ending used to own me
Now it’s gasoline under my feet
The more I feel the edges of the story
The more I rise
Memento Mori
[Verse 2]
Crossed out plans on a fridge door
New ones scribbled in hurried ink
Called a friend I’d been drifting from
We laughed so hard that we couldn’t think
I’m done waiting for perfect days
They don’t show
They don’t call ahead
I’ll dance right in the thunderstorm
Soaked shoes
But my heart’s unfazed
[Chorus]
The clock keeps talking in the background
The hands spin wild but they’re on my side
If every breath is borrowed time
Then I’m done staying quiet on the sidelines
The fear of ending used to own me
Now it’s gasoline under my feet
The more I feel the edges of the story
The more I rise
Memento Mori
[Bridge]
One day these shoes stop moving
One day this voice runs out of sound
But I’m not here just to be improving
I’m here to burn my name into the ground
So if this ride is ending
Good,
It keeps me wide awake
I hold the fragile
Fierce and bending
And give the ordinary all it takes (all it takes)
[Chorus]
The clock keeps talking in the background
The hands spin wild but they’re on my side
If every breath is borrowed time
Then I’m done staying quiet on the sidelines
The fear of ending used to own me
Now it’s gasoline under my feet
The more I feel the edges of the story
The more I rise
Memento Mori
The clock keeps talking in the background
The hands spin wild but they’re on my side
If every breath is borrowing,
Then I’m done staying quiet on the sidelines
The fear of ending used to own me
Now it’s gasoline under my feet
The more I feel the edges of the story
The more I rise
Memento Mori