I was thumbing through some pictures of a shadow of myself
Wishing I could relive it all, oh man I wish like hell
Those days are gone, gone, gone
Lord I'm moving on
I got nothing more to prove
I got nothing left to lose

I'm not who I was, or who I am, or who I'm supposed to be
Running circles around all my insecurities
The days are gone, gone, gone
There always moving on
I got nothing more to prove
Up to me I gotta choose it

A better man has stood here too without a second thought
He says son, don't be mad, be happy with what you've got
His Days are gone, gone, gone
He's always moving on
He's got nothing more to prove
You could learn a thing or two, yeah
I've got nothing more to prove
I've got nothing left to lose