I remember when we were so young and naive.
Becoming who we were, discovering who we were all meant to be.
Following each footstep we had across the hot concrete.
Slowly making our way through every dead end street.
Through these dead end streets...

With no clear solutions to find to kill the time
Nothing but anarchy and chaos on our minds.

What happened to the days we said we'd never throw away?
What happened to the memories we said would never fade?
Locked and burned away as I get older every day.
Please, won't someone get me out of this mental state.

We didn't know where to go, not knowing what the future holds.
Skipping like a broken record. Broken kids from broken homes.
Finding it hard to socialize? Couldn't be bothered to find the time.
So lost in our own worlds, our own fucked up states of mind...

With no clear solutions, no visible escape in sight.
Needing a revolution but we were just flying blind.

What happened to the days we said we'd never throw away?
What happened to the memories we said would never fade?
Locked and burned away as I get older every day.
Please, won't someone let me out of this mental game.

What happened to the days we said we'd never throw away?
What happened to the memories we said would never fade?