I'm running out of time,
i'm late, i'm late.
How will I ever,
fix this mess I created,
how much longer,
do I have
until my time is up.
I'm moving so slowly,
i'm scared, i'm scared.
How can I save,
one of my passions,
how can I make,
something beautiful
start again.
I'm falling endlessly,
no ground, no ground.
When will I land,
on solid earth,
will I ever,
land on the ground
again.
Im running out of time,
I'm late, i'm scared.
Will people hate me,
for not being there,
will they stop,
being there for me,
because I was not able to
be there for them.
Am I late,
I must be,
i'm too late,
and i'm sorry.
This might be the last of me for awhile until my internet comes back, i'm using a hot spot now and i'm on limited time, and i'm sorry that I haven't been on a lot lately, I feel bad, and I feel like i'm missing a lot of the beautiful works that my friends have made. I promise though, when I get my internet back, you will all know. :)