| Grew up too fast, like a bullet breaking through the glass
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| Remember that? |
| Fell asleep in every single class
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| I hate the fact that I’ve become an insomniac
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| I hate the fact that I’m never ever going back
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| Grew up too fast, like a bullet breaking through the glass
|
| Remember that? |
| Fell asleep in every single class
|
| I hate the fact that I’ve become an insomniac
|
| I hate the fact that I’m never ever going back
|
| Can’t even say when I’m feeling sad
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| I can’t help but dwell on everything I had
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| Back when I was a kid
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| All those emotions they cease to exist
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| The world was so new, woke up bright every day
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| Now I’m just jaded, it’s faded to gray
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| And I lay in a coffin that I helped create
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| Facing the fact that I’ll never feel great again
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| Grew up too fast, like a bullet breaking through the glass
|
| Remember that? |
| Fell asleep in every single class
|
| I hate the fact that I’ve become an insomniac
|
| I hate the fact that I’m never ever going back
|
| Grew up too fast, like a bullet breaking through the glass
|
| Remember that? |
| Fell asleep in every single class
|
| I hate the fact that I’ve become an insomniac
|
| I hate the fact that I’m never ever going back
|
| Can’t even say when I’m feeling sad
|
| I can’t help but dwell on everything I had |