Time to leave, always,
I can't control,
Still, bounded to depart,
Lack of will,
Excess of will,
Time has gone too fast,
Or hasn't gone at all,
I am too old but still too young,
I won't depart,
I will depart,
There is something I always lack,
The parts of you,
The sting of joy,
The excess of you,
Sugar tastes rotten,
The lack of me,
the excess of me,
The hills of knots inside my wrists,
inside my throat and I,
I still know it's time,
Time to leave like always.