How many years has it been?
How many do I have left?
How many people have I seen
and how many friends have I kept?
I forgot most of them, the good and the bad
Wish I made more memories, cause these don't really last
All the time that's passed was spent looking back
I think I'm just afraid of always going off track

I don't know what I want, I don't know what I like
These days I can't tell what I want out of life
I wake up, I eat and then I sleep again
It keeps on repeating until it all ends
Is this meant to be? Is this it for me?
Am I really giving up so easily?

Being afraid of what I can't see
Being afraid of what hasn't happened
Being afraid that my seatbelts aren't fastened
A car crash in slow motion
Retired with no promotion
Even now, I lost touch with my emotions

I know that this is killing me
But I can't always let my feelings free
If I could stop time, what would I do?
I'd think more about what I should do
But I'd be here all day, just cut the crap
I don't have the stamina to run all these laps

I can't afford mishaps cause I know I can't go back
I only have a knife and I'm supposed to cut my own path
I wish I had a map. I wish I knew where to go
I wish this **** GPS worked off road
Pedal to the metal or take it slow
Either way, I have to continue the show