Retrospect

Here we are One more time today We stand in line There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for something We were listening to the heartbeats It could take us It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame And it seems like a mirror of our future We've seen it all before It seems we're out of class This is no age for us We are fragile Like statues made of sand We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future