It's a strange thought, isn't it?
That everyone moves on by themselves
And every year we grow older
And that's another yearbook on the shelves

If you asked why I am distant
If you asked why I am scared
It's not that I am not ready
The truth is that I've long been prepared

But all of these people are happy
And I cannot understand how
For when the last show is over
What happens when we take our final bows

Not enough time
Simply
Not enough time
Simply, I

don't know how to thrive
I don't know how to improvise
And with all of these pressures and all of these heights
How do I survive?

It's deeper than anyone should ever dive

If you asked me on a date
I'd say yes, of course
But wait...

Four years,
Two have gone by
Two years,
Soon we'll say goodbye
One year,
So tell me, what's the point?

Stop looking at me like that
It's not up to debate, it's just a cold harsh fact
That soon we all will say goodbye
And all of these people I've known all my life
Will be gone
Far away
Moving on

Reunions, and photos, and dances, and caps
Speeches, and files, and bridging the gaps

Leaving, and going, and never coming back
And still, I'm under attack
Why can't I fight back?

Collecting information, and rumors proved true
If you can be honest, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
So this year I'll do it differently.
That's what I said before.
But this year I'm committed
To honesty and nothing more

Maybe if I get them to trust me
Who cares if somebody gets hurt
Cause then they will feel it
And know what I'm working for

So keep to yourself
Keep to your dice
Keep to your stories
And the truths that you write

Keep to the dungeons
And the friends who come to play
And maybe if you can't take the future
The past is where you'll stay