One of these days I'll be alright;
Does being alive make you wanna die?
Cause, I know what you mean...
Carefree, I don't know if I'll ever be.

I'll rot away with this disease till I'm dead and gone.

Right now is the only moment I have;
And the fear of all that is to come blankets it all,
Inhibiting me from enjoying anything.
There's no healing for your wound:
Your injury's fatal.

There's no need or reason to try to cherish the brief moments of slight reprieve.