I've got my hands tied behind my back

You know doing what I wanna do has become so hard

As time goes by I've less and less time to do what I wanna do

And how time flies when you're having a good time

Having a good time

You and I know that all the things we do will crumble into dust

In thin air they'll disappear time moves on and it waits for no one

I just can't find enough time for myself

It's just our luck to get so lucky that we never have to grow up

But this time's mine

And I won't waste time saying things are f**ked up