Sick Of It All - Souvenir Lyrics
I found a souvenirIn things I collectedThe effect it had on meTurned out distressing.Instead of focusing on my past rejoicingIt just reminded me of awkward emotions.Thought of my innocenceThought of alienationNo self identity and massive confusion.I wanted desperatley to think of the good timeGuess I remember too much.Guess I would rather look atThe path in front of me that's holding something new.Does it really do the trick when you're reunitedDoes it make you stop and thinkThings weren't meant to click.Does it really do the trick to be taken backDoes it make you stop and thinkOf all the things you lacked.Time can give and take away at willDon't look back, don't stand stillBecause time will bleed you dry.A little sympathy please for the petty bastardsWho feel their glory days are behind them.So far behind themThe person thy thought made all the differenceIsn't even who they are nowAnd they refuse to see howEverydays another chance to mend a petty life.Does it really do the trick when you're reunitedDoes it make you stop and thinkThings weren't meant to click.Does it really do the trick to be taken backDoes it make you stop and thinkOf all the things you lacked.Time can give and take away at willDon't look back, don't stand stillBecause time will bleed you dry.Bled dryBled dry of motivationBled dry of motivationBled dryA desert of ambition, a desert of ambition.Bled dryDiscarded by the wayside, discarded by the wayside,Bled dry and left for dead
