the situation

It's getting hotter and I'm getting hotter too (yeah) It's not forever, know I'll peak And then it's all downhill from there Years go by and the Tears you cry become Part of the routine It's your birthday, you're not 18 It's the reality of the situation It's a morbid infatuation And then I close my eyes and make a wish And blow the candles out Don't wanna ruin a celebration There's a final destination We get older then we die And there's nothing you can do about it Sha-la, la-la, sha-la, la-la Sha-la, la, nothing you can do And I'm standing in front of the amusement park Holding on the ticket, wishing up to the stars I see my ride pulling up Well, I guess it's goodbye for now So I throw my hands up high I might as well enjoy this ride Falling down, I'm not scared anymore Some things are just out of my control Years go by and the (comes around) Tears you cry become Part of the routine It's your birthday, you're not 18 It's the reality of the situation It's a morbid infatuation And then I close my eyes and make a wish And blow the candles out Don't wanna ruin a celebration There's a final destination We get older then we die And there's nothing you can do about it My life keeps flashing in my eyes I think of giving up, I've tried Seeing what's on the other side But I can't get off the ride I throw my hands up to the sky I look to God and I ask Her "Why does it always end in goodbye?" Bye It's the reality of the situation It's a morbid infatuation And I close my eyes and make a wish And blow the candles out Don't wanna ruin a celebration There's a final destination We get older then we die And there's nothing you can do about it Sha-la, la-la, sha-la, la-la Sha-la, la, nothing you can do