Each day I have another choice too To try and make things right I awake from the nightmare Another day closer to the grave With a personal affair And my fright is in moderation 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 sorrowI must face what comes my way (each day)
Each day 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 became a positive Place my 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)
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