expectations say that you're not far away from the day when your life forces you to say that you're sorry for things you regret, some old decision, an old friend you met so you're ready to go - sorry, so long the years are pa**ing by, your life becomes a lie and the profile of you deep inside will die you ignore your naiveté, your fun and then it's too late, you're too slow for the run so you're ready to go - sorry, so long so your ready to go ? why do you wanna die ? bye, bye, so long