Time
One more day wasted away…
Fourteen hundred forty minutes down the drain
My patience’s gonna run out soon.
Your cry is always out of tune
With mine.
This might be our last fight…
And then just a couple more bruises left,
A target on my back you can’t miss.
Time goes, time flies, time heals…Time doesn’t exist…
Our prints on sand,
Our prints on dust…
One breath of wind
And who remembers us.
So will I learn how not to want
What I can’t get or don’t deserve?
One day
Earth will shake
And I’ll awake
Just with a couple more scratches left,
A target on my back you can’t miss.
Time goes, time flies, time heals…Time doesn’t exist…
I can’t believe that here
No one knows the taste of your tears…
Time flies by
Leaves everyone behind,
Leaves everything behind,
Leaves everyone…
(C) 2014 Elena Titov