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