Each day I have another choice too
I awake from the nightmare
To try and make things right
Another day closer to the grave
With a personal affair
It just might be the death of me And my fright is in moderation
I'm not worried about tomorrow
To get through this day of sorrow
Don't give a fuck about yesterday
I must face what comes my way (each day)
I am aware
Each day I need some kind of release Breathe through the bullet hole
I need some peace
To pull the trigger on my soul and Before I am deceased
Negative state became a positive
Place my unleashing all the hate within
I want to see my world in its
Don't give a fuck about yesterday I'm not worried about tomorrow
To get through this day of sorrow
I must face what comes my way (each day.
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