i tried to tell the time
but he said he wasn’t mine
there’s a fine line between lust and love
i think it’s silver lined  
at times triggers can be unkind
but i out talk the thoughts that lead me to you
we can’t go back and change the pictures that we drew
time is merely a concept
but what else have we to measure our experiences by?
the lies we tried to hide and the smiles we tried to keep tucked inside
time is like the wind and we can’t see what it may do
but one day we’ll see how everything is different
all the things which we’ve perceived will equal up to the things we outgrew
the days pass by within a blink
and things change without the time to think
time is but a man made construct
but if we treat time as though it won’t pass by
we’ll be left with broken answers and pockets full of why
as i get older i cherish every moment
even if it’s not the sweetest second of bliss
i’ll look back and remember i conquered the unimaginable
then life and death will kiss