yeah, only 27 days left of this life
you say only 27 days,
but yeah each day that passes by is a torture

one day all I do makes you laugh
and the day after same things that I do don't make you laugh
they make you sick

and everyday when I wake up
I ask myself
today, is what kind of day?

yeah I cry now
but when you need me
and I'm gone
maybe you cry
maybe you don't
but I'm gone...