We still live in the same town, well don't we?
But I don't see tu 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 mover 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...
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