Everyday is slipping faster than we could believe. Disasters crashing week to week but always fading in a burst of just few seconds time. Lightnings of emotions getting suffocated by quicksands of our unreliable and fragile memories
How can I, buy me some time? Because what is left goes even faster My mind is aging and my will is fading I'm sure I'll give anything to buy me sometime
Days shade away and time keeps flying What I had before it's not there anymore Will there be something more? The clock just keeps ticking But what went is gone and that I know for sure