"We still live in the same town, well, don't we?
But I don't see you around anymore.
I go to all the same places--not even a trace of you.
Your days are numbered at 24.
And I'm getting bored waiting 'round for you.
We're not getting any younger,
And I won't look back 'cause there's no use.
It's time to move forward.
I feel no sympathy. You lived inside a cave.
You barely get by the rest of us,
You're trying. There's no need to apologize.
I've got no time for Feeling Sorry."