• now that were over
    it’s easy to accept
    the promises we never kept
    and the lies we
    pent up in our soul
    and when we were together
    the days seemed to melt together
    as the ends of time
    lay solely on our minds
    and we could see hind sight
    fifty-fifty
    because kids like us
    never learn from our mistakes
    as we take lonely steps in
    the wrong direction
    chasseing borderlines
    and tangled signs that
    steer us in our separate ways
    and we leave our golden days
    misty like our eyes
    as we look back on the promises
    we never kept and the lies
    we pent up in our soles