I used to talk to cab drivers, now I just don't bother.
I'd empty out my pockets if someone asked me for a quarter.
There was a time I'd give the time

To the old, the weak, and the weird.
I just don't know why this is so but I've never been so
scared.

Am i getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry when I would think about my father.

The years went by so !@#$ fast,
You know, I've left a lot behind.
My devil may care attitude, you know, I just can't seem to

find.
Once upon a time I never minded very much.
I never let it knock me down or grind me out of touch.

Once I had an outlook different than it is.
Full of dreams and schemes, it seems they just do not exist.
Once I told myself he will not be missed.

I never thought I'd see the day I'd ever feel like thi