Over the hill: too old (for something)

Why?
Tell me, why?
You don't call me anymore
Don't you want me anymore?
Black
It's all black
It's the colour of my heart
It's the colour of my eyes
But I'm here
Yes I'm here
Everybody seems to mean so much
Everybody seems to think I'm fine
Late
It's too late
I am punishing myself
By admitting it's too late
Laugh
You may laugh
You can laugh at me for days
You may spit me if you want
Cause I'm here
I'm still here
Everybody seems to mean so much
Everybody seems to think I'm fine
Look at me
There were more to see
There were more to be proud of...