Looking back on 54 years
Its half the time to make a life
Less then half to disappear
You know what I know too
That I wait
And life
Its fires consume me
It relentlessly wounds me
And leaves just this waste behind
Fleeting echoes stirring in my mind
(Chorus) You can believe me when I tell you
There can be no other way
I have lived here always bound by
A sense that I have no place in this world I live ashamed
For these 54 years
Time
Be it as it may
An imaginary notion
An illusion I pray
And I
Have for so long wandered
And often I have wondered
What makes me this way
I have wasted all my life away