I read back over things that I wrote three years ago And i'm ten years older time moves fast and time moves slow Before you told me that i'd fucked up
Trees drop their leaves they fall by so fast You don?t even notice the weather Looked up and you?d passed and I?d thought that you?d live forever But
I can't breathe Chains tight on me I'm almost free Yeah, I almost believe it Can't learn to fly Or even go outside But the best I can do is try We wait
The west side the bad part of town It's a cheap place to live so the white punks move in Projects are one block away People's eyes sometimes they seem