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If my life starts here, why does this seem like the end? How can I say I'm not scared when I'll never see you again? I'm running out of time--I'm on the clock every day I guess growing up means throwing eighteen years away One o'clock on a Thursday night and I'm so goddamned tired I can't close my eyes Six AM is always waiting for me like a slap in the face, the reminder that I'm not free That my life's not my own and the world isn't fair as long as I'm too young to understand and too old to care So give me this nine to five lie until the day that I die I know I'm fucked, caged up, 18 months left to say goodbye If my life starts here, why does this seem like the end? How can I say I'm not scared when I'll never see you again? I'm running out of time--I'm on the clock every day I guess growing up means throwing eighteen years away So I just sat inside, watched the cars roll by Through the window, the blinds and these useless eyes that are always fighting off sleep or glued to a screen So everything I've been show has yet to be seen This routine brings me down but I could have done it myself the world isn't that big, I don't need anyone else So I'll spend some time on my own, I don't mind being alone Letras de cancionesWaste my days in this maze, a nice little cage that I call home If my life starts here, why does this seem like the end? How can I say I'm not scared when I'll never see you again? I'm running out of time--I'm on the clock every day I guess growing up means throwing eighteen years away Who's kidding Who's kidding Who's kidding who? Who's kidding Who's kidding Who's kidding who? From Letras Mania