作曲 : Far, Matranga
I noticed it when 
I walked out
My small white world was closing down
I wondered, 
I would always wonder
Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded
And it gets old
Well, I bow out now
I refuseSo what if 
I waver, I fall
I'll always, 
I will always notice
Speak up when 
I'm called on
Everyone gets older
Oh well, I'm not really here