Time is running short
My fuse is running out
Good times in my past
future displeasing no doubt
Only a little time left
Before my time is up
Then i must finally go
And drink from death's cup
My future displeases me
and i can't relive the past
and though i tried to forget
I knew it would not last
So I embrace what little time's left
Before i must let go
It may just be better
I really don't like to think that although.
