When i turn eight-teen
I have a big dream...

I dont know what to do
In dark times like this we all have to go through...

I cant go on living like this
I'm so deep in this shit...

What kind of time do i take up
with every moment i waste staying in touch...

Im not ready to see were you gone to fast and got...
All im tryin to do is just get along and pass...

Im just like you
I have to get cause i have things to do...

He went into a cafe and sat down
And the waitres saw him start to frown...

I can remember back when that trajaic day came
I wasnt ready for all the breath to dispose from...