I'm so tired
I did not stand the test of time
It has only left a bad f**ing taste
Spit or swallow and let it grow
I'm growing old
Nothing to do
I'm growing cold
But a lot to lose
Looking at what's done
And what's been lost
Nothing's making me tick
And every tick of the clock
Takes me away
From any turning back
From now on my lips are sealed
Only cutting sounds were coming out
What can I say, what's the point anyway
No one to talk to, nowhere to go
I'll just wait and see
Nothing's to come, no one to meet