Forget it Time passes by You call that a living I just don't get it You don't fit in it With anything anymore Cus it's such a bore What a chore Are you really free Let me be Now this is living You're always counting down the days Watching me slowly drift away Wondering when you'll find the time Oh what a shame Still yours to blame Take your last paycheck on the life you lease Then tell me everything I'll never be All the chances, consequences Blame it on your circumstances Put your old life in a casket Burn it down dance on the ashes And I've been living out my days Watching you slowly waste all of Your time and killing mine Oh what a shame You know, you're still to blame