Another day's been gone
Not unlike a breeze
Or a bright red flower
It's there a bit, then fades

I look at myself in the mirror
A few more lines than there should be
My eyes seem empty, vacant
And I'm just more than a little tired
And I'm not even twenty yet

Time's running out
Slipping through my fingers
Everyone says I can't be that young
I guess I'm not
It feels like I'm thirty-five
And it's getting old

Outside, the moon shines down
A reminder that another day is gone
And I still don't know where I belong
I don't want to grow old and die alone
I need more time
And the supply seems to be dwindling