Seven days.

No one knows.

Why should my fun had to end?
For me it's only the beginning
I see my friends begin to age
A short countdown to what end.

Call me irresponsible
Call me habitual
But when you think of me
Do you feel your head with schemes
Better think again
cause no one knows.

I don't want to cause no harm
But sometimes my actions hurt
Is there something I should find
To make plans for ever.

Does it seems like all your memories fade
you soak up know ledge to fill the space.
And still my answer remains...
I don't know.