How does it feel
To give up your own will
To be forgotten
And replaced by something rottenI thought you were a mate
But now you're the one I hate
But you don't really care
Now you've left me with a room to spareI remember the old days
Yes differently we were raised
But we had fun
Like a bullet and a gunNow you stepped away
There is nothing to say
When the good times of the past
Will no longer ever last