Maybe I just never found myself at the bottom of the bottle wine or at the end of a drive, because the stars I saw already burned out, never shined.
Time
I’m a prisoner to my own imagination To my dreams, my sight and my reputation Crawling somewhere in the middle of nowhere Just trying to fit into what I heard There has to be a solution Cause I can hear the clock ticking but I just can’t move and Am I just paralyzed or even alive I can’t remember the day I died Cause it’s been all the time
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