Well... I'm not a cool guy anymore. As if I ever was before. I took a look at all the signs. Then rolled it over in my mind.
The feelings I could not release. Became a bitter part of me.
What was I thinking of? It couldn't stay the way it was.
I looked at my reflection And I saw a stranger's face. I saw where I was going. And I had to walk away.
I told her "see you later" But it's hard to see at all. At the bottom of the barrel. With your back against the wall.
I'm not a cool guy anymore. Left it behind, then locked the door.
I know you can't escape the past. Now I look back and have to laugh. I was my worst enemy. It almost got the best of me.
What was I thinking of? It couldn't stay the way it was.
I looked up one day and saw that It was up to me. You can only be a victim if you. Admit defeat.
-Descendents, Coolidge.
