Only have a dollar to kill a daynStill I’m satisfiednI can’t imagine any other waynI know that I’ll get bynIn between the minutes used and the minutes givennIs where we end upnSometimes I feel abused you tell me this is livingnIt’s a wonder I don’t give upnnI don’t want to be okaynI don’t want to be alrightnI don’t want to just sit downnToo much of me not to fightnnIt’s up to us where we go from herenIt’s what we give and fakenLiving on the edge of personal hellnIt’s hard for anyone to takenIn between the minutes used and the minutes givennIs where we end upnSometimes I feel abused you tell me this is livingnIt’s a wonder I don’t give up