I count the minutes, oh, so perfectly. Twenty more and I’ll be home.
I’m gathering with people that I don’t like. I’ll probably ruin my life because of that.
They say that time solves everything. I think that they’re lying. We just get use to the fact that we screw everything.

Hei, hei, hei, hei. I’m older now. I think I couldn’t do much back then. I surely can do much more now.

Time isn’t all that matters. Anyway, things change. We tend to rearrange.
Maybe I’ll be better tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll be happy nest month.
I look at my image in the mirror. It reflects my fears, hopes and dreams.
I’ve spent four years, I think, without seeing any of that.
Now, it seems stupid, almost ridiculous, but when I was a teen it gave me hope. It gave me hope that I was ok.

Hei, hei, hei, hei. I’m older now. I think I couldn’t do much back then. I surely can do much more now.

You know, most of the times, things don’t change all that much. I still have trouble asking girls out.
I still try to balance my acts between wrong and right. I still get drunk and smoke joints.
I still get happy and depressed.
I think it’s just life.