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