Leave this place again with pockets full of regrets.   I'm not sure where the time went but I feel spent from chasing sunsets.   I watch the cigarette burn itself until it's dead.   Oh, maybe it knows something that I don't know. I'll never see.      Lately in my head I prayed for help to change my ways.   I'm scared to wake up old someday and find myself still alone.   Break this heart of mine and build it back into a star.   So I can see straight through the star.   I'm tired of walking blind.