So when nothing goes my way,
and the light turns to red,
in the shadows of drought,
and the fear of the day,
i turn off the shadows,
of shame and regret,
and i stop the flowing,
the tears on my face,
and make up my mind,
the life\'s the mistake,
and i know that it hurts you,
i do understand,
but what you need to remember,
is that I\'m not a child,
and what you seem to forget,
all the tears that I\'ve cried,
and if i choose to to.... this day,
then i soon will die,
Before i go,
i want you to see,
that i don\'t try to hurt you,
nore was it a plan,
but i need you to know this before you relate,
if i die, before you wake, then this will be my last mistake! .
