My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away

My dreams, my thoughts

They all just seemed to come to nought



I find each day has its own little story

Each waking hour its own little glory

The pages say that my soul has been borrowed

The night time calls to my aching,

Tomorrow never comes



My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away

My dreams, my thoughts

They all just seemed to come to nought

My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away

My thoughts, my dreams,

All are seldom what they seem



Given time all the pain seems to melt away

Even time cannot heal that which

Promised to stay for evermore

Given time even pain I can hold in sway

I will wait with it hidden then loosed on the final day



At times I've hated the lives of the living

Wished all could see their salacious forgiving

The pages say that my soul has been borrowed

Can't spend my life

Making sure that tomorrow never comes



My life, my days

My dreams, my thoughts



At times I've hated the lives of the living