Something different?

I can hear the words unsaid
what I'll do before I'm dead
i seem to live in anticipation
always waiting till the next station

theres one problem that i see
i never have much time for me
i never did the things i wanted
seeds of ideas went unplanted

one thing i would regret in death
isn't murder, like lady Macbeth
its never doing the things to be done
like never seeing the Asian sun

never eating pumpkin pie
never giving love a try
never bungee jumping off a bridge
never running along a ridge

theres some things i need to know
like where does all of my time go?
how does it slip by so fast?
before i know it, years have past

do before i die this life I'll taste
I'll do it now, before it wastes
when i die my friends will say
she tried something different every day.