Whats Left

It seems like just another day.
You pack your bags and go away.
Not knowing what comes next.
Just going with the flow.
It feels so good at the time.
But in the end,
when its all over...
we all know it true.
We screwed around,
and so did you.

There is no time for mistakes.
And it's almost over.
So now whats left.
I tend to think this is just a phase.

As the day came to an end,
you walked into your room.
and layed down your head.
So you started to think.
And you finally realize.
That this was just another day.
The same as always.
The same as yesterday.

There is no time for mistakes.
And it's almost over.
So now whats left.
I tend to think this is just a phase.

So what is left for doing?
What is yet to be done?
Now it's all over,
but I feel like I've just begun.