your words are unforgivable, they have escaped your soul, what are you to do now? as you sit and rethink your actions, time replaces each new opening door, and you sit and wallow. don't cry now, you can't show them they've gotten to you, no sit back and swallow. you had the time and not the money, which isn't always bad. unless you give all this wasted time every thought you ever had. you grow crazy, with each new day, hoping for a plan to get you out of this sinking bay. your hope grows shallow, as you begin to pray. you look at the sky and begin to wonder, it takes you in as one; you feel complete. done, for the day, its time to go out and play.