It's the time, it's gone, it's time, it's gone a little thought below it that's my hair, less chick or gray, or matt no reason to complain like my memories, good or bad but always deep has signed a scar on my skin maybe I felt the pain, and I kept holding tight otherwise it could be worse yeah don't realize how's the time of your life, until the moment's gone all the experience I've learned so hard makes me too serious I don't wanna lose the typical instinct of a young guy diosporc like my memories (...)