Pastime glories
Now that our world has grown stone cold
I can feel your hate through them
Swallowed all of our pride
Not to be famous : it will be another failed play
Dont fake a smile, can depend on you Im sure
Ill hear from you
Deep inside, it leaves a scar
Wasnt a sense of growing up
Wasnt a part of our work
Will be a part of our future
Took your words for granted
Whats your latest confession ?
Im sure theyll hear about it
I Know it will be from you
Im so sick of chasing it
Am I in it, where do we stand
Im so sick of chasing it
The kind of life youll never know
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