| Moving out, moving out | |
| Said too many things to shout | |
| Had enough of you | |
| And the things in life you choose to do | |
| Could've been beautiful | |
| But everything is growing cold | |
| This is now, when i grow old | |
| You know it makes me very angry | |
| And i never get so angry | |
| Taking back what was mine | |
| At least i thought so at the time | |
| Everything changes | |
| And i don't know what was there before | |
| Something should be there | |
| But i have known and i don't know | |
| This is now, when i grow old | |
| You know it makes me very angry | |
| And i never get so angry | |
| This is the last time | |
| I'll take this from you | |
| This is the last time | |
| I'll take this from you |