Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up. We're hiding behind skin that's too tough. How come we don't say I love you enough. Till it's too late, it's not too late. Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come. We could make a feast from these crumbs. And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun. So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you would've done? Yeah, gotta start, looking at the hand of the time we've been given here. This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' it. Every second counts on a clock that's tickin'. Gotta live like we're dying. We only got 86 400 seconds in a day; to turn it all around or throw it all away. We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say. Gotta live like we're dying. ( Kris Allen - Live Like We're Dying )