My Note

How many days I got left here on this Earth we call home?

Funny question I guess, cause even after I'm gone

My body still in the dirt, granted, though, decomposed

It ain't what it once was, where will I be? No one knows

No need to worry 'bout me, prolly somewhere where the time's froze

And I ain't waking up, I keep my eyes closed

Tried to lead but it's always been a dream to follow

So when I'm gone, play this for 'em, tell 'em this is my note

Look, always felt I was a few steps ahead

But instead, now I realize it was all in my head

So what's left? Every day, wake up with a lot of stress