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