With every minute passing by
I'm spending my life one coin at a time what have I done, what can I give one life I own, one life to live what will be said when I am gone he kept his life, shared with no one now
I find myself questioning my thoughts and dreams, hopes and schemes now I've come to realize
I'm not alright, there s more to life spending on me, myself, and I can't help but feel I've wasted time no time for other just myself wonder how many coins are left can't seem to answer the question why I should live instead of die I feel so scared on my own wish I had someone to lead me on to light up the way, show me the road give me the strength, make me bold spending on me myself and I can't help but feel I've wasted time
