We still live in the same town, well don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore,
I go to all the same places,
Not even a trace of you.
Your days are numbered at 24...
And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you.
We're not getting any younger.
And I won't look back 'cause there's no use.
Its time to move forward...
I feel no sympathy.
You live inside a cave
You barely get by, the rest of us are trying
There's no need to apologize
I've got no time for feeling sorry...
Well I try not to think of what might happen.
When your reality it finally cuts through.
Well as for me I got out and I'm on the road.
The worst part is that this, this could be you...
You know it too.
You can't run from your shame.
You're not getting any younger.
And time keeps passing by
but you wave it away.
Its time to roll over...
All the best lies
they are told with fingers tied.
So cross them tight.
Won't you promise me tonight.
If its the last thing you do
you'll get out...
i've got not time for feeling sorry..
P.S:smoking my sorrows away..