I'm knocking on death's door, there is no doubt.
After years of drinking, my heart is going to give out.
The doctors have given me six months to live.
I hope the people who I've wronged can forgive.
Over the years I've drank too much liquor.
I paid the price when I got sicker and sicker.
But I will spend my remaining time without feeling gloom.
I'm going to live life to the fullest even though I'm doomed.