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Each day I have another chance To try and make things right I awake from the nightmare Another day closer to the grave and my fright is In moderation with a personal affair It just might be the death of me I am aware I'm not worried about tomorrow I give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way Each night I need some kind of release To pull the trigger on my soul Breathe through the bullet hole I need some peace before I am deceased I want to see my world in it's negative state Became a positive place while unleashing all the hate within I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way Every fuckin' day I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way Every fuckin' day