When I die, will they remember not what I did,
but what I haven't done?
It's not the end that I fear with each breath,
It's life that scares me to death.

Your words won't save me now.
I'm at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow.
"Get a grip on yourself" is what they say,
Every hour, every day.
Hands over my ears,
I've been screaming all these years!