some feelings seem to burn too deeply
blow out and don't return completely
and it's all some dumb cliche
years getting in the way
somehow
somehow it marks the choice before you
what you were raised to be or want to
and it's all some dumb cliche
solved everywhere each day
somehow
somehow the time must come to pass on
but every year becomes the last one
and it's all some dumb cliche
that haunts you every day
somehow
half your life has gone