Staying up late, but we'd rather be in bed.
We're just trying to catch up to the rest of them.
We're living the high life in a blink of an eye,
Preparing to get ready to waste all our time
Trying to achieve the acknowledgement we dream.
But at the end of the day we'll look back on the scenes
From when we could stay up without a care
Because now we're worrying about our gray hair.
Worrying will cease when we come to a time
When we are content with events in our lives.
And we'll look back without any regrets
On those sleepless nights because it was our life and we can never forget.
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