The 23rd of July, sunshine through the clouds. As we drove back home. Maybe, maybe. I have never felt so selfesteemed like I did back then. Maybe, maybe. Maybe, maybe life goes just too fast for you. So I am just a waste of time. Maybe, maybe I am not the one for you who wakes up by your side. No I, I just can't reject my age. Fairness complains. No I, I just can't control the pain. Or I will fade away. Maybe you will see one day that I am afraid Maybe you will see one day… Maybe, maybe life goes just too fast for you. So I am just a waste of time. Maybe, maybe I am not the one for you who wakes up by your side. No I, I just can't reject my age. Fairness complains. No I, I just can't control the pain. Or I will fade away. Maybe you will see one day that I am afraid Maybe you will see one day… You bring me down. Down. It seemed so perfect. It seemed so perfect to me. I can't. I can't. I just can't control it.