Everyday is just a nickel,
to buy yourself a grave.
I don't doubt your courage,
I already know you are brave.
I just want some words, so wise,
to save me from a sure demise.

I wish I knew which way to  turn,
before I set my foot to the ground.
Then atleast my day will be on track,
no reason to look back with a guess,
no reason to wonder if I'm a mess.

My memories dont seem to stay,
more and more fade,
each and every day.
Like a leach on my skin,
the further I go from here,
my memories just disappear.