My Last Day

As thoughts beat against my skull
Like drumsticks against a drum,
I begin to ponder my place in this world.
Where I stand in this society.
Who will love me to the end,
Who will I have as friends,
Who will I make my last call to
As my plane goes down.

And what I have truly found out is
It doesn't matter.
If I live and worry and
forget about myself in this life
then nobody remembers who I truly am.

And if people don't like who I truly am,
Then they weren't really important,
They were just idiots that got in my way.
And if my plane is going down,
And if I know it's going to be the end,
Im not really sure if I would call,
Because I live every day like it's my last.