Happy days die...but some survive

After twelve
not so well
but it's still too soon to tell
what I'm feeling now
I don't think
that you understand
what's round this bend

And that's because you never listen
and when you do
you don't take it seriously

So I try it my way
and do it all alone
it was always the same
the story is getting old
So I guess the nothingness
will be the end of the roud
soon, it will be too late
I have to find the mistake

A lot to say
but not today
there nothing left but silence
or extraneous conversations
A fast goodbye
everytime
don't remember
what I loved about things
I ever liked

And that's because you never listen
and when you do
you don't take it seriously

So I try it my way
and do it all alone
it was always the same
the story is getting old
So I guess the nothingness
will be the end of the roud
soon, it will be too late
I have to find the mistake

I thought
maybe I will get somewhere
but I'm still nowhere at all
Have to question every move I make
Every step is wrong
I remember what it feels like
to know you
but it was taken away
can't think about what I am learning right know
but I will think on it
someday