Things don't happen exactly as you expected, but pretty close.
You cannot save this moment, except for right now,
But only cause you knew it was coming.
We're not that much younger than our parents.
Yet another second passes and you'll never be the same again,
And with each second, it seems like it does not matter.
Maybe it's all there, I just can't seem to find it.
It's as if it never happened...