What if today was the last day of your life, would your soul let go and looking back in reflection would you think you did it right or in mourning room on a mahogany box would a ghostly figure claw at the top and scream curse as a driver pulls up with a Hurst. These are the things I ask myself laying in bed in the middle of the night with the window cracked and the radio on praying for answers before the end of the song. Wrong never rests knocks on my hero's door in a suit and tie [bad word] for strength they possess. Never again will I put my faith in flawed man; never again will I let [bad word] reason. Growing tired of this IV, if I take it out could I stop the bleeding take a chance and head out the back door. Standing under starry skies heart's still bleeding so I know I'm alive. Don't need the safety of those four walls. Your words still ringing in my head, I don't got what it takes to fight the whole world. Your pills and advice... two things. I will never take. Crash bang, hospital scenes just a dream but wise play still ring [bad word] sedatives begin to set in but this morning I have a friend. Right does its best just to protect the 'S' on my chest. My life starts today