Will I fail like every day before?
Will we lose the days of our youth?
Can it be true? We are all grown up?
Gone are the days of swinging on swings
And kissing girls, all tongue in check
Those were the days, wasted away every chance thrown my way.
I'm a clock still ticking with every day that passes
Drink those drink forget about it,
You're alone and you're trying to hide it.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will I be ready for it?
This is the lowest point of my life
Everyday is less bearable that the last
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