Green Street Letra

paced for success and to live in excess. time is running and passing. time is running and tiring on life. the voice of those that matter grow faint and fall behind. with the memories had held close and never forgotten. the wind hits my eyes so hard that my vision is blurred. it is hard to see the next turn. my knees are weak and feel that they should run at the pace set for them. to save myself, i must slow down. i may be late but i found what matters