I play my role so well just like everyone else in this cheap and jaded way too over dramatic way too sarcastic cold world middle class plot pushed into a niche where I don’t belong I’m not okay
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember and I’m afraid of leaving this place I’m afraid of leaving this place
take it away take it away try to take it away take it away try to
and I’m scared to death too dead to admit I’m afraid of leaving this place without leaving a step can’t turn back time can’t turn back time I’m still afraid
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember and I’m afraid of leaving this place I’m afraid of leaving this place
without leaving a mark next to someone’s heart take it away take it away try to take it away take it away try to take it away take it away try to take it away take it away
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember
time is slipping away like sand through a glass and if I die today who will remember me…