God, show me the way
Please show me the light of the day
I've grown restless to see the sun
I've grown tired of being young
Young and so afraid
Trapped inside this prison
Of devilish thoughts
This fear of going insane
Constantly consuming my brain
A man once told me I needed to keep on walking
Keep on living
He lit his final cigarette
And and he said without a single regret
If you don't live like you're dying,
than you are already dead