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struggles of an imaginary time
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tragedy The trouble with time is
It slips through your fingers
Quicker than you see.
When you've got it
You don't know what to do with it
When you don't
you wish you had more!
It doesnt heal old wounds
It only captures pain in tides
And fades the memories of good times
It takes away your health
It marks your face with lines
It won't wait for you to catch up
It runs away from you all the time
And clings like a dead weight
When you wait it gone
It chases you relentlessly,
Then always passes
its a whole lot of power
For some imaginary thing
That's why time for me
doesn't mean a single thing.
