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A Minute Too Short

Time is just a number that is part of fate Time is a number that too few people value And it will continue to disentegrate I will never forget that one day when i was so close yet so far away The sound of a ring lead me to words that i never wanted to hear Lies entered my ears and i fought back tears With my mouth wide open with nothing to say Time was my enemy, I had never felt so betrayed And when i returned home, and lies became truth I was a minute too short and time had ended the heartbeat of one of it's youth Time is just a number that simply burns away As days continue to pass, I will carry this burden to my grave For being a minute too short on that one tragic day When time ended so quickly as skies turned to grey Time is just a number that we cannot waste

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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