Design by Sanne Holling

They say soon this would be past, no one will remember
in a hundred years
Learn there's nothing that last, it's all just a waste of transparent tears
But it's so hard to stay awake, hard to say it's great
It's hard to never break
And I say; the hell with my grade stand and see if I care
I've traded all my future just to tuch, all those
Silly lovesongs they play on the radio
Still don't know why 'cause I've heard them all before