Faces

We’re all counting down the lines on our face.
We’re moving around
so we’re loosing touch with friends.
Have we become so different?
Or have we always been?
I find it hard to say
because everyone think they’ve stayed the same.
How can we keep loosing
touch with so many friends
as if they’ve never been here at all?
Time will blind us all, one day
you’ll forget my face.
It’s so hard to realize
our ways will never cross again.
They will never cross again.
And we all build something,
racing against time,
we got used to be afraid all alone.
We’ve got to make choices
in our desperate lives.
And I’ve learned life won’t wait at all.
We’re all counting down the lines on our face.
We’re moving around
so we’re loosing touch with friends.
Time will blind us all, one day
you’ll forget my face.
It’s so hard to realize
our ways will never cross again.