Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.
People you once knew
walk by without a clue.
The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.
Years fly...friends die...
and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine.
Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.
But back to reality...back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.
Tick tock...tick tock...
How I wish I could control this clock.
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
