I take a walk down memory-lane, into yesterday
I see the things that I said, and the things that I just couldn't say
As I turn the pages, of this book that everyone calls 'Life'
I see the lovely days, the days when everything was right here...
...trapped in my hand....
...then why'd it have to trickle down,
like little grains of sand.......
Sand-clocks....are ticking out my time...
...and I still don't know what to do
I take a trip down time-machine to take a look at my past
I see the chasm of drift between us, a rift so vast
As I set the wheels of time in motion, and make a trip down time
I see the wasted days, the wasted years, the wasted time of my life...
...ain't a bed-of-rose anymore...
...And I just feel like crying out, loud behind shut door....
...Door-bells are ringin in my mind...
...and I still don't know what to do
