Well hey there! I'm back with a new songfic. So here's the deal: I'm (trying to) write a songfic about each character. Here's Morgan with "Live Like We're Dying" by Kris Allen. Enjoy!
PS—I took away some repeated lines in the song (for example, I only put the refrain in once, etc.) for the purpose of the fic. Just FYI.
Disclaimer—I don't own CM or Live Like We're Dying :*(
Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough.
How come we don't say I love you enough
'Til it's too late? Well it's not too late.
I don't know how much longer I can take this; it's so much. So much pressure, so much perfection, so much strength, so much more. I'm surrounded by killers and unsubs 24 / 7, and even though I am strong, I'm not as strong as them. Because not only can they stand to do what they do, but they can stand to do it over. And over. And over again.
Everybody thinks I'm stronger than them, but they don't know me.
So now is the time. For all I know, there may be one unsub who is just that much stronger than me. There may be one killer who has his eyes on me. There may be one more thing I can't handle. So now, I have to live my life. Now is the time.
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
And 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 wished you could have done?
I want. I keep on wanting, and I will never stop. I learned in Psych 101 that wanting is a natural human desire; you don't want, you're not human. It's as simple as that. But I keep getting only a little bit at a time, only a tiny bit at once, before it's all taken away from me. I got to keep my secret for a long time, but a few days back at home stole that pride and security away from me. My own home took away everything I ever wanted. I've wanted to be in charge, and for people to like me being the boss. And I got that—for a few weeks. I gave it up happily, but secretly I still wish I was Unit Chief.
Working this job, you never know how limited your life is. You don't know when it will end, but you know it will. So I just have to keep on going, as fast and hard as I can so there's nothing I regret.
Nothing.
Yeah, we gotta start looking at the hands of the time we've been given.
If this is all we've got, then we gotta start thinkin'
If every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
Gotta live like we're dying.
I know my time will come. I know everybody's time will come. I just don't know when, or how. I don't want to know either. Everything happens for a reason, I used to believe. Then I turned fifteen, and things started changing. Then I started really living my life. Because honestly, what's going to happen in life if you don't make it happen?
Nothing.
We only got 86 400 seconds to the day
To turn it all around or to 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.
Every second, I make a decision. Every decision changes my life. What will happen if, once, I make the wrong decision? What happens if I get tired of being the "protector" and the "strong one"? What would happen if I just gave up?
I hope we never have to find out.
Live like we're dying.
Hope you liked it! Please r&r, more songfics coming soon!