My life, my days, they all just seem to pass awayMy dreams, my thoughtsThey all just seemed to come to noughtI find each day has its own little storyEach waking hour its own little gloryThe pages say that my soul has been borrowedThe night time calls to my aching,Tomorrow never comesMy life, my days, they all just seem to pass awayMy dreams, my thoughtsThey all just seemed to come to noughtMy life, my days, they all just seem to pass awayMy thoughts, my dreams,All are seldom what they seemGiven time all the pain seems to melt awayEven time cannot heal that whichPromised to stay for evermoreGiven time even pain I can hold in swayI will wait with it hidden then loosed on the final dayAt times I've hated the lives of the livingWished all could see their salacious forgivingThe pages say that my soul has been borrowedCan't spend my lifeMaking sure that tomorrow never comesMy life, my daysMy dreams, my thoughtsAt times I've hated the lives of the living