friday night everybody's getting happy, i think you lost your style
maybe we're gonna be here a while
what is said, and what is suggested
i think you already know
just what you wanted to do
and where you'd end up
oh oh-oh oh-oh
its all the time, its all by myself
oh-oh oh-oh
it's all the time, it's all the time
and far below are all the things we take for granted
oh-oh oh-oh
i wanna believe now its all gone, all the time
have you ever had to give up something special
for the scars that you've gained
sometimes you find the truth you go insane
screaming insde because you wanna elude it
there's no wrong or right
go on and live with no regrets
you only have one life
this box of pictures
regrets and memories
I haven't found out quite yet
what i want, what i want
so have you lost them?
they got stuck inside your past
all the time i've fought for
and all i've wasted