Souvenir - Sick Of It All

I found a souvenir

In things I collected

The effect it had on me

Turned out distressing

Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing

It just reminded me of awkward emotions

Thoughts of my innocence

Like alienation

No self identity and massive confusion

I wanted desperately to think of the good times

Guess I remember too much

Guess I would rather look at

The path in front of me that’s holding something new

Does it really do the trick when you’re reunited

Does it make you stop and think

Things weren’t meant to click

Does it really do the trick to be taken back

Does it make you stop and think

Of all the things you lacked

Time can give and take away at will

Don’t look back and don’t stand still

Cause time will bleed you dry

A little sympathy please for the petty bastards

Who feel their glory days are behind them

So far behind them

The person that they thought made such a difference

Isn’t even who they are now

And they refuse to see how

Everyday’s another chance to mend a petty life

Does it really do the trick when you’re reunited

Does it make you stop and think

Things weren’t meant to click

Does it really do the trick to be taken back

Does it make you stop and think

Of all the things you lacked

Time can give and take away at will

Don’t look back, don’t stand still

Because time will bleed you dry

Bled dry

Bled dry of motivation

Bled dry of motivation

Bled dry

A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition

Bled dry

Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside

Bled dry and left for dead