Pastime glories



Now that our world has grown stone cold

I can feel your hate through them

Swallowed all of our pride

Not to be famous : it will be another failed play



Dont fake a smile, can depend on you Im sure

Ill hear from you



Deep inside, it leaves a scar

Wasnt a sense of growing up

Wasnt a part of our work

Will be a part of our future



Took your words for granted

Whats your latest confession ?

Im sure theyll hear about it

I Know it will be from you



Im so sick of chasing it

Am I in it, where do we stand

Im so sick of chasing it

The kind of life youll never know