Its already 5:12 am,And they become a skeleton,
Its how life goes like it or not,
Disappointment,
It’s just the way it goes,
They are not the dream that you dreamt,
Its already 5:31,
And their skeletons keep staring at my face,
I feel sadness,
It’s hard just to accept the fact that they are gone;
Memories are nothing more than the morgue of stories,
The cemetery of time,
Bottled up into the past,
Never to be re-lived,
Throughout time;
The clock above me already says 6:02,
We invest in them,
An investment with benefits that are called consequences,
It stings when decisions about time are wrong,
But what else can we do, we aren’t perfect;
They laugh in my face,
They don’t pay rent,
They don’t have a place;
Its already 6:12,
An hour that just passed,
That is just a memory,
To never come back.
They laugh in my face,
They don’t pay rent,
The cemetery of time,
They love to die.
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