as the days die, my thoughts cry
why did things turn out like this?

why would i want to throw it away like this? die like this?

    think it all through
           pull together
   look at her face, now

but longing for past ruins present, postponing future

          i want to live
        i choose to live
    id like to live, now

ive lost a billion days, loved a million days
but will i ever love one more?

i know its not the way life was, but how the life is-
but to that i say Slutever.