I found a souvenir 
In things 
I collected 
The effect it had on me 
Turned out distressing. 
Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing 
It just reminded me of awkward emotions. 
Thoughts of my innocence 
Like alienation 
No self identity and massive confusion. 
I wanted desperately to think of the good times 
Guess I remember too much. 
Guess I would rather look at 
The path in front of me that's holding something new. 
Does it really do the trick when you're reunited 
Does it make you stop and think 
Things weren't meant to click. 
Does it really do the trick to be taken back 
Does it make you stop and think 
Of all the things you lacked. 
Time can give and take away at will 
Don't look back and don't stand still 
Cause time will bleed you dry. 
A little sympathy please for the petty bastards 
Who feel their glory days are behind them. 
So far behind them 
The person that they thought made such a difference 
Isn't even who they are now 
And they refuse to see how 
Everyday’s another chance to mend a petty life. 
Does it really do the trick when you're reunited 
Does it make you stop and think 
Things weren't meant to click. 
Does it really do the trick to be taken back 
Does it make you stop and think 
Of all the things you lacked. 
Time can give and take away at will 
Don't look back, don't stand still 
Because time will bleed you dry. 
Bled dry Bled dry of motivation 
Bled dry of motivation 
Bled dry A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition. 
Bled dry Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside, 
Bled dry and left for dead