Feeling sorry
We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore,
I go to all the same places, not even a trace of you,
your days are numbered at 24.
And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you,
we're not getting any younger, and I
won't look back 'cause there's no use,
it's time to move forward.
I feel no sympathy
you live inside a cave.
You barely get by the rest of us, you're trying ...