Never give up for seven times, on the eighth maybe you're aloud to die.
Never give up on seven lines, after an eighth you might know why.
Forever is up, look to the sky, you can breathe, it's over, you don't have to try.
Whether give up, or ever the lies, when you're asleep you don't need to cry.
Clever it's not, but the pains left behind, maybe they'll care, perhaps they won't mind.