My time is too short
My lies are too real
My face is not easy to read

My friends are so clever
My manners are poor
My heart is too big
To belong to just one

By the time we get old
My feet won’t be cold
By the time we get old

The water is troubled
There are rapids ahead
I’m stuck, I can’t move
This is not going well

The doors keep on closing
Every time I wake up
It’s like I can’t breathe
And my time is up

By the time we get old
My feet won’t be cold
By the time we get old