There were 16 nights where I almost died|And staying up late, just living in a prison of my own device|Well, I had nice clothes and I had nice things|But it didn't even matter except that no one could hear me scream||And I got no will to go back down that road again|The only thought I have is how I'm gonna live||Cause it was 16 nights where I had to sober up|I didn't have no pills, and no sweet wine to fill my cup|And every morning I was a bag of bones|After staying up late rolling over and over why I'm still alone||And I got 1 hour of sleep in the last 3 days|Man, I should have done everything more easy|I know, I know, I know, I know.||I've got one more chance to live before my life is wasted|I can see my path so clear that I can almost taste it||And I've got one more light and it's burning low|Life is a race until you have to learn to take it slow|And every dream felt so real|Everything hurts when you been so numb and you start to feel again||I've got one more chance to give back before my life is wasted|I can see my path so clear; I can almost taste it||16 nights of just lying awake|Believing in lies that tear me down with every breath I take|Just break free, don't think twice|Don't spend your life just livin' in a prison of your own device