The question I have for tonight,
Is a simple one at that,
It's aimed for my head,
And the thoughts locked inside,
I picked the words carefully,
Like threading through a needle,
They are quiet,
Barely heard,
"Will I be alive tomorrow?"

Cause I battle every night,
Knowing that I just might not,
Make it through the inspection,
I do on my brain,
It repeats until I don't have a conscious left,
I can't breath.
Help me.

The battle between one side and another,
The demons and the angels,
Every night it gets darker,
Until my hand isn't being controlled by me,
It reaches for things I never want to see,
It skins things that I had hoped to save.
It repeats until I don't have a conscious left,
I can't breath,
Help me.

One more time,
I inspect my brain,
Write the words over and over,
Think of something better to say,
But there's nothing so I put it simply,
"Will I be alive tomorrow?"