There is no light
At the end of the tunnel
You've to grow up

Or get left behind
There's no other choices
At the end of the line

I can't hold my breath
For much longer
I couldn't give a $#&@

About how hard you tried
When you put on this front
And don't show what's inside

I'm here
And you say that counts for a lot
I remember the good times

Even know you forgot
Different names and different faces
They take their turn to judge

Our true colours come out at night
Aren't we the lucky ones
All of these letters

Wont change anything
These are our last words
These are our last $#&@ing words