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 sorrow
   I 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)