engueueengueueengueueengueueengueueengueueengueueA sad fact widely known How the most impassionate song To a lonely soul Is so easily outgrown But don't forget the songs That made you smile And the songs that made you cry When you lay in awe on the bedroom floor And said: 'Oh, smother me, Mother...' the passing of time And of all its crimes Is making me sad again the passing of time And all of its sickening crimes Is making me sad again But don't forget the songs That made you cry And the songs that saved your life Yes, you're older now And you're a cleaver swine But they were the only ones that stood by you the passing of time leaves empty lives Waiting to be filled the passing of time Leaves empty lives Waiting to be filled I'm here with a cause I'm holding a torch In the corner of your room Can you hear me? And when you're dancing and laughing And finally living Hear my voice in your head And think of me kindly