Nobody calls
Assuming that you're busy
Or they just think that you suck
No one stops by
When passing through your neighborhood
Look at me
It's not me
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