Nobody calls assuming that you're busy
Or they just think that you suck
No one stops by when passing through your neighborhood
Bent and broken and not free
So much older than my age
Still wonder why you're not giving up on chasing dreams
Or rather ghosts from the past that you still call your future
And hold dear, resisting to get old
Still wonder why you're not giving up on chasing dreams
Or rather ghosts from the past that you still call your future
And hold dear, resisting to get old