I've been trying to do things right
For almost ten years now
And I'm a bit sore from all the times
That I've been blown up to be let down
And right now my lungs are full of air
But I won't dare to breathe
I've been holding this same hand for almost a decade now
Should I fold and lose this round
Before I'm old, useless and way too cynical?
Before it's way too late for something new
I know it will be long before I'm old
But my songs are all I own
So if I go before I'm old
I wish to leave these possessions to the world
I've been far enough to see the grass from a greener side
I've made friends, enough
To keep me laughing back through the starting line
And all the while I built a wall the size of my memories,
It stands strong
I know it will be long before I'm old
But my songs are all I own
So if I go before I'm old
I wish to leave these possessions to the world