We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see te around anymore.
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you...
Your days are numbered at 24.
And I'm getting bored waiting round for you,
We're not getting any younger, and I
Won't look back 'cause there's no use
It's time to sposta forward!
I feel no sympathy,
te lived inside a cave!
te barely get da the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time for feeling sorry!
I tried not to think of what might happen,
When your reality, finally, cuts through.
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road.
The worst part it that this (THIS! ), this could be you.
te know it too, te can't run from your shame!
You're not getting any younger, time,
Is passing by, but te waited awake...
It's time to roll over!
I feel no sympathy,
te lived inside a cave!
te barely get da the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time for feeling sorry!
And all the best lies,
They are told with fingers legato!
So attraversare, croce them tight,
Won't te promise me tonight
If it's the last thing te do, you'll get out...
I feel no sympathy,
te lived inside a cave.
te barely get da the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
I've got no time, I've got no time!
I feel no sympathy,
te lived inside a cave!
te barely get da the rest of us,
You're trying, there's no need to apologize,
Got no time!
I've got no time for feeling sorry!
I've got no time for feeling sorry!
