They say it's a right of passage
Something to expect from looking backwards
And it comes at this age
Everyone starts to separate
Create new lives while the others dissipate
But I can't stand this change
It's the death of the circle we lived in
If I weren't alone, I would probably feel different
I'm feeling so much older
And I'm not ready
For the secrets I've unearthed
That should have stayed buried
No one knows me better
Than you my best friends
So tell me that you're here for good
Make me believe it
I was told about this
Because we follow a path that never changes
I'm tired of resisting
There will always be something there
That will keep what we've built in disrepair
It won't take convincing
They'll call me someday
Remember my face but forget my name
They'll miss me someday
When I'm finally gone from this place.
Someday I'll be gone from this place.
I'm gone.