Minutes turn to hours, turn to days, turn to weeks, to months, to years;
Time after time, I find myself in tears,
Trapped in an ordinary place, surrounded by my fears;
My hopes and dreams, maybe everything's not quite as it seems.
Is this all just some giant **** take?
The human mistake.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
Minutes turn to hours, turn to days, turn to weeks, to months, to years;
Time after time, I find myself in tears,
Trapped in an ordinary place, surrounded by my fears;
My hopes and dreams, maybe everything's not quite as it seems.
Is this all just some giant **** take?
The human mistake.
