“It’s a matter of time”, you said, “It’s a matter of time”. “Figure out what is yours”, I said, “Figure out what is mine”. And even if I pretended trust, It was not hard to pretend. And even if I gave up myself, You’re not on what I depend. As you wanted me to be right, I preferred to be wrong. And as your self-pity got control, You supposed to get strong. You might misunderstand me, dear, But I had all that before. Get control of yourself, my friend, But you’re about to ignore. Don’t have to comprehend where I belong, Where I pretend to know if you’re wrong. You tried to reach me on behalf of your errors, A life getting serious. You’re not as delirious to look in the mirrors Of open decisions, so run. Behalf of your errors, a life getting serious, So look for where you have begun. “It’s a matter of time”, you said, “It’s a matter of time”. “Figure out what is yours”, I said, “Figure out what is mine”. And even if I pretended trust, It was not hard to pretend. And even if I gave up myself, You’re not on what I depend. Don’t have to comprehend where I belong, Where I pretend to know if you’re wrong. You tried to reach me on behalf of your errors, A life getting serious. You’re not as delirious to look in the mirrors Of open decisions, so run. Behalf of your errors, a life getting serious, So look for where you have begun. A life getting serious, so run. Your life’s getting serious, so run.