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2010-08-20 | |
Once, upon my story, there was me,
One, who thinks his life isnâ€™t as you see.
This part will tell what time can do
To me, my worldâ€¦ to all I knew.
Time is something that we made,
That we blame when moments fade,
But, for me, means something strange,
I hate timeâ€¦ for me, itâ€™s change.
When weâ€™re young, we think so straight,
We cherish love and donâ€™t know hate,
But, when time steps in to play,
People change in every way.
I every wayâ€¦ but all alike:
Lying selfish with urge to strike,
To hurt deep, theyâ€™re all the same,
In my heart, itâ€™s time I blame.
â€śChange in good exists as wellâ€ť,
Other people like to tell,
But theyâ€™re blind, donâ€™t see what moves,
And what I know just disapproves.
Time has changed my world a lot,
I donâ€™t know whatâ€™s true or not,
Iâ€™m not sure what wounds to tend,
I donâ€™t remember whatâ€™s a friend.
Still, instead of giving up,
I have chosen not to stop,
I donâ€™t want to live in shameâ€¦
â€śDifferenceâ€ť over â€śall the sameâ€ť.
Time is something that I hate,
It makes us want to plan our fate.
I wonâ€™t change, no need to worry,
Ends this chapter of my story.
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