In the wrong direction,
But why would I listen to them,
They're of my lowest affection!
What will happen to me later,
Most don't seem to care,
They only want to mess around,
With my own affairs!
(Chorus)
Should I plan ahead?
At the rate I'm going I'll soon be dead.
I should give it up while I can!
Time isn't standing still,
Now I should write my will,
Soon you won't see me again!
Maybe I should study,
And do well in school,
But that woudl take effort,
And thinking is something I can't do.
No money's no help,
My time here isn't long,
I've got stuff to do,
And soon I"ll be gone!
Chorus
I can see it now,
Living six feet underground,
A blanket and my obsession,
As my only possesions.
Chorus
