Pastime glories    Now that our world has grown stone cold  I can feel your hate through them  Swallowed all of our pride  Not to be famous : it will be another failed play    Don’t fake a smile, can depend on you I’m sure  I’ll hear from you    Deep inside, it leaves a scar  Wasn’t a sense of growing up  Wasn’t a part of our work  Will be a part of our future    Took your words for granted  What’s your latest confession ?  I’m sure they’ll hear about it  I Know it will be from you    I’m so sick of chasing it  Am I in it, where do we stand  I’m so sick of chasing it  The kind of life you’ll never know…