Early November

I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that's miles away.
I sent it packing after I saw what it did and I couldn't believe.
And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug, it's getting harder to breathe.
I'm really gasping, wishing I could turn back and that would fix everything,
For once...
It's my life,
I might as well live it,
Along with the bad times.
Just happy to be living.
So it's my time,
I know it sounds selfish.
I'm really not like that.
We live and we die for this.
So now my head hurts and it's only getting worse every time that I think.
I feel like choking every time I have to sing, it's getting harder for me.
And now my stomach hurts, as long as I'm in love it's so hard to leave.
I feel a bad pain moving through my chest and my knees start to shake.
My knees start to shake, it's bringing me down.
This is my life,
I might as well live it,
Along with the bad times.
Just love to be living.
So this is my time,
I know it sounds selfish.
I think I'll have some ice cream.
We live and we die for this.
There's one thing missing every time I step outside.
One thing missing every time I leave and drive.
One thing missing every time I'm far from home.
There's one thing missing every time I leave for months.
One thing missing every time I lose control.
There's one thing missing every time that I stay home.
I've got some deep scars from a little black heart that only make me stronger.
And now I don't sleep, seeing any relief that gives me some perspective.
This is my life,
I might as well live it,
Along with the bad times.
Just glad to be living.
And this is my time,
I might as well share it.
I'll give you all my money.
We live and we die for this.