This life I call mine
Will soon be gone
Whether from God's hands
Or from my own.
This life I'm suppose to live
Doesn't have a working brain
Emotions are lost
and can't be shown.
This life I'm suppose to have
Won't last much longer
I can see the devil
He's much stronger
This life I'm trying to hold onto
Keeps suffering for past mistakes
They replay in mind with new rules
And raise the stakes
This life will end soon
Whether from God's hands
Or from my own.
