I found a souvenir

 In things I collected

 The effect it had on me

 Turned out distressing.

 Instead of focusing on my past rejoicing

 It just reminded me of awkward emotions.

 Thoughts of my innocence

 Like alienation

 No self identity and massive confusion.

 I wanted desperately to think of the good times

 Guess I remember too much.

 Guess I would rather look at

 The path in front of me that's holding something new.

 Does it really do the trick when you're reunited

 Does it make you stop and think

 Things weren't meant to click.

 Does it really do the trick to be taken back

 Does it make you stop and think

 Of all the things you lacked.

 Time can give and take away at will

 Don't look back and don't stand still

 Cause time will bleed you dry.

 A little sympathy please for the petty bastards

 Who feel their glory days are behind them. 

 So far behind them

 The person that they thought made such a difference

 Isn't even who they are now

 And they refuse to see how

 Everyday's another chance to mend a petty life.

 Does it really do the trick when you're reunited

 Does it make you stop and think

 Things weren't meant to click.

 Does it really do the trick to be taken back

 Does it make you stop and think

 Of all the things you lacked.

 Time can give and take away at will

 Don't look back, don't stand still

 Because time will bleed you dry.

 Bled dry

 Bled dry of motivation

 Bled dry of motivation

 Bled dry

 A desert of ambition, a desert of ambition.

 Bled dry

 Discarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside,

 Bled dry and left for dead