Years From Now

What will I be years from now?

What will I wear? How will I look?

I think too much.. I think too much

Sometimes it's scary over thinking,

What you have or haven't done,

You think too much.. You think too much

Will the rain smell the same?

Will I lose in treacherous games?

And the stars might shine but colors seem so blurry,

Will i end up all alone without a shoulder to cry on

What will I be years from now,

I have answered them but none have answered me,

And when my time has come,

I hope my last seconds in this life will have you,

Will have you

Will the rain smell the same?

Will I lose in treacherous games?

And neglect most people who seem so worthy,

Will I end up all alone without a shoulder to cry on

What will I be years from now,

I have answered them but none have answered me,

And when my time has come,

I hope my last seconds in this life will have you,

Will have you.