Today isn't my day today feels like a one way street, when walking down the hall my feet slip from under neath me, when I'm singing in the quior my voice sparks like a live wire, and to top it all off I have this cough and wheeze. With my last breath I beg make it stop oh please make it stop. With that it stopped my heart, my pain, my life again all of it. Now im sitting in heaven watching the nine elleven tears brim my eyes as i think about my life. Oh mother, father as they mourn their lost daughter.