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 (...)