I sit and the world just passes by my window.
How many more days can I handle?
I don’t know.
It keeps on passing, passing my by.
One more day I can handle
And after that I’ll have to try.
The world has touched my shoulder.
Must be a sign that I’m getting older.
It was a warm place, now it’s getting colder.
But what can I do? What can I try?
To stop the world from passing me by?
It is so dark in this place, and it’s getting colder.
Days keep on going and I’m getting older.
One day goes by and then another.
Today’s yesterday is getting much further.
So why should I hope, why should I try?
When the world just keeps passing me by?
Passing Me By
© Copyright: Mc Radical, 2004
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