Wasted Youth
Echoes of Regret: Mick Kolassa's Reflection on Wasted Youth
Lyrics
I said I had to face the facts but that was only in the song
I claimed to confront reality, but that was only within the context of a song.
There’s facts that I’ve been ignoring for way too long
There are truths that I've been neglecting for an extended period.
My heart tells me that I’m still a kid
My emotions indicate that I still feel youthful.
but my body reminds me of all those things I did
However, my physical condition serves as a reminder of past actions.
Now I’m catching up with everything I ever did wrong
Now I am facing the consequences of all the mistakes I've made.
Movin' ain’t as easy as it used to be
Relocating is not as simple as it once was.
All those slips and falls keep comin' back at me
Past errors and missteps continue to haunt me.
I wonder if I could make the moves I used to do,
I contemplate whether I can still perform the actions I used to, but this uncertainty hinders my progress towards you.
but that wonder keeps me from moving on you
The fear of not attaining the desired world prevents me from moving forward in a relationship.
I’m afraid the world I want is something that I’ll never see
I fear that the ideal world I desire is unattainable.
Tell me why they gotta waste youth on the young.
Questioning why the young have to squander their youth.
They won’t know how good they got until its already gone
They may not appreciate what they have until it's already lost.
They are having their fun, and I’ve had mine
While they enjoy themselves, I've had my share of enjoyment.
But damned I’d love to have a little more time
Despite that, I yearn for more time.
I’ve had a lifetime of long long nights
I've experienced numerous long nights throughout my life.
Now In the morning I can’t feel right
Now, in the morning, I struggle to feel alright.
It still feels good to be singin' the blues
Singing the blues still brings satisfaction.
but when I step off the stage I feel like I been abused
Yet, stepping off the stage leaves me feeling mistreated.
When I’m lookin at my future it just don’t seem so bright
When envisioning my future, it appears less promising.
Tell me why they gotta waste youth on the young.
Reiterating the inquiry about why the young waste their youth.
They won’t know how good they got until its already gone
They may not realize the value until it's already gone.
They are having their fun, and I’ve had mine
While they enjoy themselves, I reminisce about my past enjoyment.
But damned I’d love to have a little more time
Nevertheless, I deeply desire to have more time.
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