I’ve
finally run out of things to say,
Or
maybe I never said anything at all.
What
is this world which I am in?
I’m
alone and still not free from sin.
Time
is running out for me to stall;
I’m
alone with no where else for me to stay.
I’ve
finally run out of things to do,
Or
maybe I never did anything at all.
What
is this world which I have lost?
I’d
like it back, at any cost,
But
time is running out for me to stall,
And
I’ve yet to find something else that‘s new.
I’ve
finally run out of things to be,
Or
maybe I was never anyone at all.
Who
is this person that I was?
I
keep changing, I guess, because,
Time
is running out for me to stall,
Until nothing means anything at all to me.
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