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,
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