Living as if it were my last day
Thinking about what I can say
How things got so gray
Maybe it really is my last day
I feel like I'm rotting away
Waiting for someone
I'm alone, I want to run away
Maybe things could be different
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I care too much
I'm lost in this mess
Now I'm living with this stress
Maybe I want something
I'll never have
Because I've already rotted away
And I don't know what to say