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How Time Works

Crippled with anxiety so I sit in this wheelchair below the clock on the wall

This happens to be my favorite moment knowing that time heals all


I'm forced to watch time and opportunity slowly pass me by

A funeral is yet to come 'cos with time these memories will soon die


Everybody has a body language but all mine translates to is pain

Maybe I'm not fluent enough and thinking about it drives me insane


I can't get over the times I murdered people with words and condemnation

Used my tongue like a double edged sword as I destroyed their reputation


I unfollowed everyone on my twitter because I have to follow my intuition   

I'm sure it's not only me that does this since it's the human condition


My room is a graveyard because I've got skeletons in my cupboard

I'm colorblind and I'm beginning to think that salvation is colored.


My peers are living alone now while I live with regrets

I've been lonely 'cos I have friends I haven't reconciled with yet


I'm convinced I'm broken because lately I've been feeling blue

At times I try to hold it together but they pour out just like tears in the eyes do


When night comes, over my numbed body I pull up my bedsheets

Time becomes the house I'm trapped in and I'm running out of it



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