Hands Tied

I've got my hands tied behind my back,

You know doing what I wanna do has become so hard.

As time goes by, I've less and less time to do what I wanna do,

And how time flies when you're having a good time,

having a good time.

You and I know that all the things we do will crumble into dust,

In thin air they'll disappear, yeah time moves on and it waits for no one.

I just can't find enough time for myself.

It's just our luck to get so lucky,

We never have to grow up,

But this time's mine

and I won't waste time saying things are fucked up.