Some days I wake, the clock says: Get up
Some nights eyes open and red from makeup
I'm sick, I live the same week over
Tick-tick, could things be any slower?
Some days erased, I can't remember
What was I doing last September?
Too bad, I can't go back there
Not sad, why do I even care?
Why do I even care?
About who I was
Last September
I have no problems, it's really going great
So why do I fear, why do I hesitatе?
Too many questions, I should be satisfied
Don't cravе attention until it subsides
Bells ring again, I've got to keep up pace
Time doesn't halt, it's a never ending chase
The future, well I don't want it anymore
And I want to feel like I did before
Who was I last September?
Oh, no
Last September
(Ha-a-a-a, ha-a-a-a)
(Ha-a-a-a, ha-a-a-a)
(Who was I?)
