18. Time

Lie to me,

Turn back the clock,

I don’t want to go on anymore

Let me see,

Make it stop,

I’m so tired, and so sore

 

Time is like sand, blowing away,

But I am made of earth,

And my grains of sand

Have been blowing away

From me, since birth

 

Whistle, sing, turn back time,

Stop my spinning, stop this ride,

I want to get off, now, I want to go back

Wait, wait, you put in another dime?

Why did you do this? Why did you lie?

I guess I lied, too, but I want to go back…

The End

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