Plight (The)
It Only Gets Worse
i'm on a road and i don't know whereone hundred miles an hour,head over feet through the airgoing nowhere baby, nowhere fastthese days are getting numbered, so lets make 'em lasti count the days as they go byi count the days,until this whole world shrivels up and diesgoing nowhere baby, nowhere fastthese days are getting numbered, so lets make 'em lastlets make the most of tomorrowbefore we fade into the pastwe're only getting olderthis world grows cold so coldas time flies over our shouldersthe days are not so boldi just don't want the good times to be forgotten
From Letras Mania