look back, six years old, always did what i was told, but that wasn't much, was not in touch, with reality, no respondsibility, times were good, the wrongs in life were not understood
chorus:
respondsibility's on my back, tracing my tracks, the harder i run, the deeper the tracks become
now i'm getting older, the world seems so much colder, don't wanna face the fact that i gotta grow up, the world is sweet and sour, the elders hold the power, respondsibility's looking for me, i'm not gunna show up
now i look into the future, who will i know? who will i be? but most of all; will my friends remember me? i don't know, but i hope so, i just don't want the good times to go.
