As I lay dying, I cling to this life,
Everything in it—
The pain and the strife,
The heartbreak, the sorrow—
Always knowing I can start over tomorrow.  

As I lay dying, I feel too much regret.
Frantic and panicked, what did I expect?
If I had moved to the right, but I went to the left.
As my life leaves me, I wade toward the shore,
But it’s no matter anymore;
The big sleep’s knocking at my door.