I question life
I question each day
Especially my tomorrow's
That may, may not come my way
My heart aches
With pain
I question whether
I'll make it through the day
Something's changed
Things are not the same
Come what may...
I don't fear death any more
No, no, no, no, no
Cometh what may, the hour?
Cometh, what may, the day?
Something
Something's definitely changed...
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