Time passes so slowly while living
But when you look back
Life is a racetrack
Things happen so quickly
The times you lied to your parents
Laps you time and time again
We lose ourselves
In the lives of people around us
We must stay in touch
But words fly sour
When spoken without a mind.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 11:33 AM UTC
Time passes so slowly while living
But when you look back
Life is a racetrack
Things happen so quickly
The times you lied to your parents
Laps you time and time again
We lose ourselves
In the lives of people around us
We must stay in touch
But words fly sour
When spoken without a mind.
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