On Borrowed Time
On Borrowed Time
This clay body doesn’t even belong to me
Days are passing me by
No point on chasing after the wind
No one cares about your achievements
No one passed by my grave in the pouring rain
Empty dreams
Empty plots are inviting
My days are numbered
Burial gates are on standby
Darkness can wait ( A little longer)
What is there to hold on to?
Guilt carries through my veins
Too many mistakes
Eyes shows loneliness under the darkest shades
Sometimes stars fall from the sky
Breathe my last breath tonight
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