I can't take another day like this.
I've fallen behind, is it too late for me?
Give me a chance to make it right.
Chorus:
Days are numbered, slipping through my hands.
Time is running, gotta take a stand.
Now I can pray that you will forgive.
Hope there's a chance that you might will
Give me a chance to make it right.
Chorus
Bridge:
I know I've messed up bad, but now there's no going back.
I can only hope you'll understand.
Bridge:
Who can decide what is left for me except from me?
And who can choose another day like this, day like this?
I don't know where to go, but there must be another way.
I feel like, I feel like I can't hide another day.