Life Is Quickly Flying Past
life is quickly flying past
the older we get
the less we laugh
doors of opportunity
are falling closed
the dreams we dreamed
grow dead and old
Regret and want
and old things said
are assassins hiding
inside our heads
murder and blood
running through our souls
the things we love
grow numb and cold
Taking for granted
the clock that spins
wondering,"what went wrong?"
all the way to the end
