I look around me but all I seem to see is people going nowhere expecting sympathy.

It’s like we’re going through the motions of the scripted destiny. Tell me where’s our inspiration, If life wont wait I guess it’s up to me.

No we’re not gonna waste another moment in this town, we wont come back, the world its calling out. Leave the past in the past gonna find the future, and misery loves company. Well so long, you’ll miss me when I’m gone; you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.