I' m getting old in the best years of my life Knowing that you feel it cuts my spirit like a knife You don't see my sea of nuisance you don't want to dive I don't want to lose you in the best years of my life
Yes im nagger sceptic i don't feel the wind of joy Don't believe in magic or affection to a toy Time for me is biggest prison - day by day the same There's no one to help me. Be in prison is my blame
Chorus: I'm looking around see the life getting faster But im stand like a stone i cant find my on way Whats going on i would glad to be easy If knew what to think what to say
I'm getting older just before it ought to be Nothing's gonna change it and someday someone will see Guy who never talk to someone guy who never shine Guy who losing hope and guy who's placed over line.