thirty-five

It's just a number... thirty-five.

It's not like she has anything to hide

She's still here and still alive

most the times contemplates suicide

but she hears the cries inside

and remembers all the tears she cried

She tries to forget all of the old shit

some is true other does not want to admit

She's always looking over her shoulder

and there it is, it's bigger and bolder

Screaming right in your rinkled face

your're older and lost all your grace

Thirty-five, thirty-five... a lonely number

sit on the couch and fall in and out of slumber

Pushed far behind in the dirty background

of this fucking lost and insane town

I try to run but I can't seem to move

I seem to have lost all of my groove!

Thirty-five is here and will soon be gone

just like night is removed by dawn...