Give me everything I want and still you
can't make me happy.
cause I have my own troubles
and its so quiet, like cancer.
It is a cancer.
|Some passes by,Some I pass them by. Road is still the same.|
So familiar but still new-to this old feeling.
Reminds me of forgotten faces and memories; of someone who was lost, lost in time.
Still, we carry on.
Some passes by,Some I pass them by.