I don't exactly feel fine.
I don't see the point of time.
All I know, is that I'm growing cold,
And I'm living to lose my mind.
I don't know how to cherish.
I leave all the good things behind.
All I know, these roads aren't paved in gold.
And I'm slowing running out of time.
All I know, is that I'm growing old.
And there's still a chance to be kind.