Time, time, time
Will it change a lie
Or just let the real thing die?
Time, time, time
Will it change who we are
And put everything behind, so far?
Time, time, time
I guess this could only be a disguise
For being afraid of the joy of life
Time, time, time
Why do I waste my time
Trying to figure out somebody else’s mind?
Time, time, time
I ask you plain and right:
Will I find peace for my heart?
Or at least get any less hard?
Time, time, time
Will this ever stop?
Because I’m too tired of this plot!
segunda-feira, 17 de novembro de 2008
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