Watching life in the mirror,
my fingers unable to reach through the glass
All that I held so dear
Is slipping through the strainer from future to past
and I'm a writer so I'll write my thoughts
and try to escape the scrape I just got
but this thought scares me
cause I cant write this away
this one stays,
like a stain on my face
I can't wear it out
and it wears me down
does time ever run out of time
to push me past the line
of insanity how it laughs at me
And no matter how hard I try to pen it down
my thoughts float to the ground
like a vapor
theres no paper
to hold these thoughts
I cant write this away
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