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