Growing Routine

All that's been will change.
In time our days will fade.
My young skin will turn to rust,
And our dreams will go with the wind
I was born to lose
Those thoughts, I can't escape.
I fight this everyday,
But I will always lose.

Watch these eyes turn to cataracts,
These clouds will take my sight.
Look in the mirror, my hair grows gray.
Just as the color of life runs away
All that's been will change.
In time our days will fade.
My young skin will turn to rust,
And our dreams will go with the wind.

As we age, we suffer through these growing pains.
Hold on to this feeling.
(As we age…)
All that's been will change.
In time our days will fade.
My young skin will turn to rust,
And our dreams will go with the wind
All I think about
Is the way things change.
And those nights evaporate,
Like all the colors that we made.
They get lost in air.