Turning Years -

Life goes on and on.

I’m still not knowing what to do.

A long time spent on a high class school.

Why am i such a fool?

Fine career ahead and lots of money to be made.

The coolest people, the fanciest cars.

But nothing that I like.

As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.

I cannot stop this dream.

I can’t make up my head.

Clocks tick they don’t stop, and I’m still doing the same things.

I wonder around and hope to be found.

I’m singing along to the same old sounds.

Eight years happen so fast, now there’s nothing I can do.

I want that time to be back in my life.

I keep asking myself why.

As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse

I cannot stop this train.

I can’t make up my head.

As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.

I cannot stop this dream.

I can’t wake up and live.

I cannot stop this train.

I can’t make up my head.

As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.

I cannot stop this dream.

I can’t make up my head.

As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.