If I died tomorrow would I be proud Of the things that I've done In my final moments when let go Will I feel like my battle was won This is my final attempt To take something from this life This is my futile attempt to To make something from this life It's come to this This is my last shot to hit or miss And I've failed before This is my last shot to hit or miss If I died tomorrow would I hate all the things that I've tried In my final moments when I let go What would flash before my eyes This is my final attempt To take something from this life This is my futile attempt to To make something from this life It's come to this This is my last shot to hit or miss And I've failed before This is my last shot to hit or miss If I died tomorrow How would I explain all this If I died tomorrow How much of you would I miss