These days I’m moving so fast I can’t keep up with myself. I’m smoothing out my life and this love that I make up.
My clock is ticking and I don’t have time to waste.
My days are slipping and I don’t want to waste those nights.
Because I’m young and don’t have long to be myself.
And with you I just hate myself and the person I become.

I don’t want a possession and I don’t want an obsession with someone or something less important than I am.
Why can’t I see what I want you to be?
Am I such a hypocrite that I can’t see the truth?

These days we’re moving so fast we can’t keep up with ourselves. We’re smoothing out our lives and the love that we make up. Our clocks are ticking and we don’t have time to waste. Our days are slipping and we don’t want to waste those nights.

Because we don’t want to live our lives trying to be what we can’t have. What does it really matter? What’s it matter in the end?

It’s not hard but I complain so life can drive me insane. I know that I don’t have much, but what I have is here to stay. I’ve got something you can't take away; something you can’t take away