Everyday as I walk
Down the street I cry
Just thinking and planning the day I die
Everyone always said you can�¢??t predict the day you die
So I say well f**k that it�¢??s a lie
Everyday I watched myself
Look down the drain
I use to never notice how bad my life really was
Until the day I realized
That I was pushed aside
Everyone said I felt sorry for myself
But they weren�¢??t the ones put away on the shelf
Day by day and night-by-night
I come close to the day I die
I got real sad
I got real mad
I was wasted just like the mouse pad
I started cutting myself
And sniffing s**t through my nose
And pulling farther from those who through me away like dirty clothes
My reflection started fading
Like an old oil panting
Then one day unexpectedly
My life was in the drain
When I came closer and closer to the train
