Time
Time slips through to my fingers
And the residue lingers
On the tips...
My sun kissed skin
Begins to dim
And my mind begins to skim
Away from the sanity which it originally resided in
And immediately time is repeating itself
Slipping through my fingers
And the residue lingers
On the tips...
And the residue lingers
On the tips...
My sun kissed skin
Begins to dim
And my mind begins to skim
Away from the sanity which it originally resided in
And immediately time is repeating itself
Slipping through my fingers
And the residue lingers
On the tips...
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