Now and then I pace my place

I can't retrace how I got here

I cheat the light to check my face

It's slightly harder than last year

Then all at once it gets hard to take

It gets hard to fake what I won't be

Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised

And it's such a waste to grow up lonely

I still have dreams, they're not the same

They don't fly as high as they used to