Another year goes by, passing by at the blink of an eye.
No time for goodbyes, as the time to leave is nowhere nigh.
What will happen as the days goes bye,
and people leave behind?
Nobody knows nothing,
until it happens something.
And nobody knows nobody,
until they get to know that somebody.
Whatever will happen to honesty and transparency? How many lies can we see before the truth we seek?
This is how growing up feels like: moving out, moving through.
Tough crowd drinking lean with Mountain Dew.
City kids high with ease,
they have it easy, it seems.
Nothing comes for free,
sell your soul to the corporate for a small fee.
Big bank little pay,
this is the game you play.
