Headstone

Minutes, hours, days, go by so fucking fast.
It's hard to keep track of time.
No time to look back, there's no time to waste.
I've got to make time, to buy more time.
I've got to make time, to live my life.

We're all living to be pacified, to have people tell us that it's normal,
I think I've had enough of someone telling me that I'll get over it.
I've never it more when I say:
Fuck growing up.

So tired of thinking twice, I thought these were the best days of my life.