It’s torture
Trying to be yourself
When everything you know and love
Falls around you.
It’s madness
Learning to care enough
When your best efforts turn to dust
And slip right through your hands
Six feet of dirt above my head
How did I dig myself here
Unless I forgot I was alive?
I’m crawling back to the surface.
Time is too precious
No sense in denying
Existing is easy,
But barely surviving.
I’m sick of excuses,
So finally I’m trying
To get busy living or get busy dying.
Get busy living or get busy dying
Get busy living or get busy dying