| Something in the air makes me feel so scared. | |
| Winter's on its way again, as we reach the end of another year. | |
| Sure I'm still here, but I don't konw where I'm headed. | |
| Caught between two thin lines and the future looks unsettling. | |
| Regre, threatening my mind, no way of stopping, or taking back the time. | |
| This is all we've got. | |
| Look at where I am, question where I'm at. | |
| How long will I remeain content? | |
| What will I do when the moment's spent? | |
| Cuz I'm still dreaming, forgetting that I'm aging; | |
| death gripped to my youth as I deny that things are changing. | |
| No way to change the past. | |
| So I'll just let things unfold. | |
| The memories will always last, the times we've spent are gold |