The cancer grows
I know because I feel it
Deep with my bones
It laught at [bad word] It laught at me
It doesn't have to be
Still I sit here deep in misery
I look for someone to take the blame
Someone to share my shame

All the wasted time.
Tell me where did it go?

When I was young ang life
Was like a song waiting to be sung
And time was always there
Walking by my side
But I am older now and I feel [bad word] out
The simple things are difficult
It's a strain just to wake up

Just when I thought I was
Winning the game I found out
They changed all [bad word] I think that if I could turn back
The hands of time
I would n't play it the same.