Missing out on life even when I was young
And now it cuts like a knife
Into the heart of the sentimental one

I don't have a time machine
I can't fix an old old dream
And so I know the constant meaning of being stung
Just like a knife into the heart of the sentimental one

I can't move fast enough to get to where I need to be
And my only contact is someone called me
Memories of words I didn't say hurt upon the tip of my tongue
And words cut like a knife into the heart of the sentimental one

Somehow lonely made a gap and life took a nap
To wake up and wonder where are my friends
And sure as tomorrow begins night time will also come
And be like a knife into the heart of the sentimental one