I can't make any plans
Time is not in my hands
I lost another one
That is a year done
Looking at eighteen
Feels like a crime scene
Made it nineteen
Thanks to caffeine
But mainly my friends
They pushed me to seek amends
My greatest committee
That never gave me pity
I can't make plans
Time is in no man’s hands
Neither mine nor yours
Now it's time to open my new door
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
I can't make any plans
Time is not in my hands
I lost another one
That is a year done
Looking at eighteen
Feels like a crime scene
Made it nineteen
Thanks to caffeine
But mainly my friends
They pushed me to seek amends
My greatest committee
That never gave me pity
I can't make plans
Time is in no man’s hands
Neither mine nor yours
Now it's time to open my new door
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