Days are getting darker, nights are getting shorter
If time is really money, then I'm getting poorer
I guess I just don't know when to give up
I should just know when to give up
I find myself constantly looking back
When I know I should be looking forward
Nothing is holding me back from achieving what I need
It'll never be about fame and greed
It's about our pa**ions and dreams
To all the memories I've made
And to all the friends that should've stayed
Life is a routine
Excruciating it may seem
Complacency holds no happiness
Do the pieces fit? I'm gonna force this
Days turn into months and months turn into years
Dying without living to the fullest is what I fear
I've forgiven only to be forgotten
Looking back through these past few years
Realizing decay, I suffer
I'm suffering
Life is what you make it
You either live a life worth living
Or live a life that's unforgiving