Your life is passing by so fast
You wish to catch it, hold it still
But time does not stop at your will
When you are young,
you wish to grow
When you are old,
you've grown too far
You're never happy with what you are
But think about it this way, too:
Your memories are building you
You'll never figure out who you are
Though most people spend
their whole lives trying
We're all the same - we are all dying
