A good life has maybe eighty-years until it crumbles with age.
You only have so much life until it’s gone with the years.
A trip to the past is my endless hurt of times gone by.
'Cause as the young years wear on , they take us to the getting old years Yeah, sooner or later, time's does take a huge toll on the years.
That I could look at my whole life and try not to cry.
Life was meant to only last so long stories of our life’s.
Memories of my life does anything really last forever?
Sometimes life just gets the best of us.
How many times did I pick myself up off the floor.
The bounce of getting back up quickly is gone.
'Cause as the young years wear on , they take us to the getting old years.
Maybe now are the important years I wish you were now always.
You only have so much life until it’s gone with the years.
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