Times Long Past

Little things that she’ll say
Make me sad that she came my way
And I try, to stall my worst
But my sacred has become my curse

I don’t know what is right
When I’m feeling so, so tired
And its hard, but I’ll get by
Living my days without my drive

And don’t go telling your stories now
You’ve had your talk and I’ve used my time
We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past

Little things that I do
Cause me stress, make me so depressed
And I try to stall my worst
But my sacred has become my curse

Little things that she says
Make me sad – Jesus change my ways
Yes its hard, but I’ll get by
I drift along, I seldom try

And I’ll go and sit by the wayside
Where I feel the dread when Mondays come around
We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past

I cannot, I cannot wait.