I won't pack it in this time

I'm waiting and staying

Away from my vices

Can't think twice about the life I left

I know what's best for me

Now, I left that town in the dust, I might go bust

By the end of the hand I was given

It might be cool to die

But it's cooler to keep on living

Rocking the style that I wanted when I started out

I've learnt what I could and now I am walking out

Of a crowd of plastic faces, they'll forget my name, and place

I never wanted this anyway

Rocking the style that I wanted when I started out

They'll forget my name - and I'll fade away