expectations say that you're not far away
from the day when your life forces you to say
that you're sorry for things you regret,
some old decision, an old friend you met
so you're ready to go - sorry, so long
the years are pa**ing by,
your life becomes a lie
and the profile of you deep inside will die
you ignore your naiveté, your fun
and then it's too late,
you're too slow for the run
so you're ready to go - sorry, so long
so your ready to go ?
why do you wanna die ? bye, bye, so long