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I often think about what could have been
Those little things I've wasted
Too many for too long
As I keep counting down
Each and every year's slowly passing me by
I feel more lost than found right among this brainless crowd
I didn't have the time
To find what's really mine and what depends on me not you
Don't wanna wait in line
When I feel so fuckin' down I can't escape their point of view
I can't get through
I didn't have the time
I'm torn in two
Until I touch the ground again
I don't know where I belong
I never think about
What could have been
Those little things I've wasted
That put me on my way
I often think about
What should have been
It wakes me up at night
If there was a light in the morning
Maybe someday it could mean something more
Sleep is a chain I deal with
Troubles I have are not meant to be wrong
Silence is all that's left to me
