Missing The Point Paroles

confess, we still abuse our lives
dazed and drunk we make up our alibis
oh ain't it nice
how we try to deceive ourselves at any price
to my regret
our youth is gone like all the carefree fun we had
and that's a fact
so stop pretending that it's still in our hands

to live the life we never had
it's not a game

burn down, break free, you're not my enemy
i wish you the best, keep the rest and keep your dignity
man it's too late for me
there are other goals fixed by my destiny
life has changed so fast
oh what a bore my friend, you won't die young anymore
accept that life's not war
and stop pretending that it's still in our hands

to live the life we never had
it's not a game

you're missing the point
you miss the point my friend
where's all the fun we had?

poor boy
lost joy