Days by Thomas D Sharp Lyrics

Through the window of my room
I'm watching the days going out
The matters of life and doom
Sometimes make me doubt

What's right in this world
What is really good
What I might do
What I should

Twenty years of my life
Days"re going by

Days are running fast
From the first to the last
Oh, stop wasting your time
Don't give up, don't stop trying
Days are running fast
Every breath can be the last

Through the window of my room
I'm watching the days going out
The matters of life and doom
Sometimes make me doubt