You\'re going to die whether you live or not.
All you can do is give it all you\'ve got.
With each fleeting moment,
At least you can say you fought.
You can spend every last dime,
Before you get caught.
It\'s a funny thing, to get shot.
Not by a gun, but by the harsh reality,
That after all of this waiting it was for not.
Death is a ghoul that haunts us,
One that we forgot.