I feel like time is getting stolen from my hands
each breath i take, is one closer to the last.
I'm watching the world racing by
Standing out of the way hands by my side.
We're all fucked
Out of time and out of luck.
Wasting away
Not enough "sorry's" for me to say.
Force fed everything you say
Your slogans are lies, always been this way
I don't know what else to do
Drown my sorrows or run away, we're still screwed
sleep. eat. work.
wash. rinse repeat.
life. love. regret.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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