Hey you, mr ! Who do the hell do ya think you're kidding? With those blue jeans, the cigarrettes, and that lonely walking. Don't you try to lie anymore, I know who you are, you're just an empty kid, with no place to go. Hey you ! Where do you come from ? Where are your dreams, baby ? I think I used to know you, we used to hang out for a while, when you were a little more normal. I wish i could just turn back time, but there's never coming back, there's no way back. Sometimes I wonder how things could have been if you have never changed, sometimes I think about the past, but then I realize that if you'd still here it just wouldn't be the same and maybe all your mess, would mess me a lot.
