once, i cried because i was so happy. tears of sadness, everyones done that. this was totally different.

twice, i've felt so contented with the world it was mind-blowing exhilarating breath-taking. oh sure i feel happy and satisfied often enough, but the magnitude? nowhere near.

last time, i could sit and imagine heaven, and for a fleeting moment, i'd get a tingly feeling imagining an eternity of happiness. i'd imagine myself swimming in the crystal clear waters of a river, and not fearing that the good times would end. ever since i turned 12, try as i might, i've never been able to conjure up the same amazing high anymore.

before, death never scared me. i was pretty convinced that i was headed for a better place, nth really in this world i would miss. right now, i'm not so sure that's where i'm going. i want more than anything, to be assured.

i don't want to sleep now i want to think. i want to feel the way i did before.

well i finally read the good book
and i took a good long hard look
at what i'd do if i could do it all over again

and then
i went sky diving
i went rocky mountain climbing
i went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and i loved deeper and i spoke sweeter
and i gave forgiveness i'd been denying
and he said someday i hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying

like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did i do with it
what would i do with it

morbid as it may seem, i think i should do just that.
no fears, no regrets.

once, i cried because i was so happy. tears of sadness, everyones done that. this was totally different.

twice, i've felt so contented with the world it was mind-blowing exhilarating breath-taking. oh sure i feel happy and satisfied often enough, but the magnitude? nowhere near.

last time, i could sit and imagine heaven, and for a fleeting moment, i'd get a tingly feeling imagining an eternity of happiness. i'd imagine myself swimming in the crystal clear waters of a river, and not fearing that the good times would end. ever since i turned 12, try as i might, i've never been able to conjure up the same amazing high anymore.

before, death never scared me. i was pretty convinced that i was headed for a better place, nth really in this world i would miss. right now, i'm not so sure that's where i'm going. i want more than anything, to be assured.

i don't want to sleep now i want to think. i want to feel the way i did before.

well i finally read the good book
and i took a good long hard look
at what i'd do if i could do it all over again

and then
i went sky diving
i went rocky mountain climbing
i went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and i loved deeper and i spoke sweeter
and i gave forgiveness i'd been denying
and he said someday i hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying

like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did i do with it
what would i do with it

morbid as it may seem, i think i should do just that.
no fears, no regrets.