Turning Years

Life goes on and on.
I’m still not knowing what to do.
A long time spent on a high class school.
Why am i such a fool?
Fine career ahead and lots of money to be made.
The coolest people, the fanciest cars.
But nothing that I like.
As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.
I cannot stop this dream.
I can’t make up my head.
Clocks tick they don’t stop, and I’m still doing the same things.
I wonder around and hope to be found.
I’m singing along to the same old sounds.
Eight years happen so fast, now there’s nothing I can do.
I want that time to be back in my life.
I keep asking myself why.
As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse
I cannot stop this train.
I can’t make up my head.
As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.
I cannot stop this dream.
I can’t wake up and live.
I cannot stop this train.
I can’t make up my head.
As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.
I cannot stop this dream.
I can’t make up my head.
As I’m turning years, it’s getting worse.