We live to die
or is there a reason
there must be something that I'm not seeing
for we struggle threw pain only 2 keep breathing
afraid 2 die my life must have it's meaning
but i just don't know
at any day i could go
tomorrow's not promised today ya know
so I'm a live every day like its my last
no regrets just having a blast
because i don't wanna think about the time i could've had
happy because its a time i would've had
hating me because I've done some things i shouldn't have done
but unlike you from my past i don't run
because i can't change what i did, whats done is done
I'm still breathing, I'm still here, with air in these lungs
but a reason for life i guess I'll know when its done
but enough with the questions I'll ask when i pass
but until then 2 me every day is my last
