Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

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

I tried not to think of what might happen when your reality, finally, cuts through.
Well, as for me, I got out and I'm on the road.
The worst part it that this this could be you.
You know it too, you can't run from your shame
You're not getting any younger, time,
Is passing by, but you waited awake.It's time to roll over