Time
Sometimes my life gets in the way
Sometimes I think things I shouldn't say
My minds something no ones been inside
And time's the one thing never on my side
Friends come and go, beside then gone
Always there, not long
I don't belong
With people here
I'm filled with fear
I'm black and gray
They shine neon
Sometimes I hate my different brain
Sometimes it's thoughts drive me insane
There's not a soul in whom I confide
And time's the one thing never on my side
The hands of time will not turn back
But your hands can make white of black
My heart lies in both pairs of hands
My ink tries to save as it begins to crack
My words as tape
My pen as glue
But me heart still hurts
The cracks crack through
Sometimes my heart hurts, I go through pain
Sometimes for reasons I can't explain
I'm pretty sure I've already died
If there's no more time, there's no more life
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