Newtone

I’ve been talking about me
rumors stuck in my head
thought of something I could do
to do what I want no more pain only fun
I’ve been thinking about you
what could you want to be
maybe someone really special
got your hair really neat you came out from Dawson’s creek

Uoooo, so long days
Uooo, passed on games

Slowly days are going by, future plans are going dry
seems like growing up is this, still there’s something I will miss
Will I make it to the end, fortune tellers read your hand
but they cannot reach my soul
well, I guess I’m growing old