It's Gone

I'm the first loser Look at my face I'm second place And that's a fact for this whole year And here's a tear Or maybe tears Grow up In tender years then turn around And make new fears I've been waiting so long And now it's gone Let's celebrate Til it's so late The party dies The concrete dries and so the ground It breaks our fall It breaks our fall But that's not all On a cruel intention These tiny seeds Like little dreams The surface cut And magnify The time gone by and make us old Grown up But not mature My stunted form Won't disappear