You could have it all But i can't have it too Now i'm at that age Where no one pulls for you And you want it bad Whatever's left of you And you want it bad But there's nothing you can do Whatever's left of you Never had the range To put it in my sights Never had the strength To pull it to new heights And you want it bad Whatever's left of you And you want it bad But there's nothing you can do Whatever's left of you I'm at an awful age I'm at an awful stage We don't stand a chance It's the death of true romance When a glance was just a glance We don't stand a chance If i sell my heart I'll leave it far behind But if i could restart There would be a spark you'd never find