The Dr. said
I've got 6 months at best
So I best
Get everything met

Get my house into order
Find the nearest crying shoulder
Enjoy what I've got
Before I lose the whole lot

Make my amends
With whoever I can
And if they won't accept
Wipe the dirt from my hands

What was of the utmost import
Has suddenly changed in its course
And the mirror doesn't like
The way I look anymore

Crazy dreams fill my head
As I lie in this bed
I dream that I'll live
But I wake up to death

When what the Dr. said
About having 6 months at best
Continues to ring
Inside of my head