Living on automatic pilot and now you're back again
On having a day that's broken
It's all right not to manage
Things as you should every day
Except when time has come and then you're dead
I don't mind I'm medicated
Now I think that I have hope
I'm just not sure where to go
A simple opportunity to make up my mind
About the right of living life, or living lies, its stupid
But I have no regrets
I don't even listen others and I wont even fight again
I think I'm someone else's piece as a part of the plan
And I think being sober is a big mistake
Or else just show me all the options I'd take