Like a baseball bat in a room full of clocks Just swing, Jack, swing no longer give any ***** Turn them all back, and then stop them completely At a time when my fangs were not yet wisdom teeth My grip, I'm losing it Like a montegues on a capulet My vices, mobbed with pitchforks Is it being lonely or in good company that's worse?
"I donβt like time, time is making me old but Iβm doing alright cause I will still be young tomorrow and I canβt stand working all day work is wearing out my soul I think Iβll go out tonight and I will call in sick tomorrow I get so down about this world sometimes I cannot understand people, no not at all but, I hope to see a change in man I hope to see us love one another and I know we can " -'Time' by The Mowgli's