Ambitions Still Dreaming
Something in the air makes me feel so scared.
Winter's on its way again, as we reach the end of another year.
Sure I'm still here, but I don't know where I'm headed.
Caught between two thin lines and the future looks unsettling.
Regret, threatening my mind, no way of stopping, or taking back the time.
This is all we've got.
Look at where I am, question where I'm at.
How long will I remain content?
What will I do when the moment's spent?
Cuz I'm still dreaming, forgetting that I'm aging;
death gripped to my youth as I deny that things are changing.
No way to change the past.
So I'll just let things unfold.
The memories will always last, the times we've spent are gold.
