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I can’t sit here and look at you.
I’m out of luck and you’re too caught up.
Wishing for the best,
But ended up with the worst.
Lost and worried, striving for first.
The clock with strike one again;
and when it does, this tedious life of mine will begin.
The growth of hatred sin, it will never end.
Changing and renewing, yet nearly forgotten.
Bitter rotten taste,
sticking with you through a slow and steady pace.
Waiting for a lifetime, without any halftimes to waste.
See in the eyes of the crushed,
and know what it’s like to be rushed.
She can’t live like this anymore,
with you breathing down her back.
and with the statues standing still,
just ready to attack.