Because Haven’t Lived

At 45, I am aging, yet no false alarms Seasons fade, but someday we'll ignite In the depths of despair, we find a way to say Just like spring's return, we'll bloom again someday At 45, neither old nor young anymore A satellite, I will live like a butterfly We're renewed by the night, drunk on midnight wine In the sound of the rain, lost feelings compile It's clear to me now, I know nothing at all In the days of our youth, we lived intertwined and you know, Oh, my life is not over at its prime? And the reason why a little rebel's in the corner Wish you'd never reach your goal line See the rebel take the limelight Our lives had a downward slide In my mind, I'm working full time, but is it right? Our living, like a sober and colder dawn Don't lie, I will live like a butterfly, it's like...