You can look over your shoulder as those seconds run up and the minutes overtake,then you wake and you're older,
I told her,
this is the way of it.
Time
who would lay with it of their own will,
it's never free
someone, sometime is always there with the bill.
You
will pay
and every time you disobey it,the rewind will replay it and remind you that the seconds are mounting the minutes, to be set into the hours that run rings around your eyes.
Despise it
surprise it
but you better realise it,
time
always
wins
in the end.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
You can look over your shoulder as those seconds run up and the minutes overtake,then you wake and you're older,
I told her,
this is the way of it.
Time
who would lay with it of their own will,
it's never free
someone, sometime is always there with the bill.
You
will pay
and every time you disobey it,the rewind will replay it and remind you that the seconds are mounting the minutes, to be set into the hours that run rings around your eyes.
Despise it
surprise it
but you better realise it,
time
always
wins
in the end.
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