If you found out you had two months, would you really want to know?
And if you had your choice of choosing, would you choose which way to go?
Is it better to not know than, is it better to be surprised?
Is it better to go silent, while I look into your eyes?
If you found out you had two months, would you cry 'til you were dry?
Would you live each day to the fullest, or would you scream out asking why?
Is it fair to be the first one picked, just once you'd like to be last
From the crowd of millions out there, and yet it seems your die's been cast
If you found out you had two months, would you be bitter to the end?
Would you write down all the thoughts you had, for each and every friend?
Would you spend each day with family, or would you set off down the road?
Would you count off hours day and night, would you thank the ones you owed?
So you found out you have two months, as you look up to the sky
Tell me how you wanna be remembered, tell me how you gonna say goodbye
Yeah you found out you have two months, and then you'll be passing by
Tell me how you're gonna be remembered, tell me how you gonna say goodbye
Two months passing by, remember to say goodbye