Counted

Yesterday was the day you cried,
When you saw no way in with this life,
When you tossed and you turned,
When you lost what you yearned,
It was the day that each moment you died.

Today was the day when you faced,
Two choices upon which life was placed,
To give in and go down,
Or to fight and return,
Just to die or decide to embrace.

Tomorrow is the day you must crush,
That thing deep inside that you can’t trust.
That despite what you’ve said,
Shane, you’re not all that bad,
Because from now Shane, it’s life, or it’s bust.