What it was and what we see
Never was it meant to be
Teenage years of ecstasy
Turned adults who cease to dream

Jumping from the lap too fast
Into a field of broken glass
What you had you can't have back
In your bid to buy back the past

Take the hand of the Lemming next to you
As you enjoy the plunging view
Would you have changed had they told you
And would the change continue

Everyone must feel the pain
Secrets held tight in the grave
What we have is in the change
Harken back those teenage days