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Something About the Way Time Passes
A poem about being shattered
Something about the way time passes, something about the way it leaves me behind.
And scenes from yesterday just keep playing in my mind.
It’s been a long time since I felt the way I’m feeling right now.
There may still be time to change my life, but to tell the truth I just don’t know how.
Like a leaky water faucet my dreams are dripping on the floor,
and I don’t know how to stop it and even if I did I’m not sure I care anymore.
I paid my dues, I planned real big, I really tried to make it work.
But it seems the higher I climbed, the worse the falling hurt.
I’ve never been a quitter so I got back up every time life knocked me down.
But I can’t promise I’ll be standing when the next hit rolls around.
Yeah, it’s easy to judge when you’re hanging on the other side
It’s easy just to turn your head from the safe place where you hide
But you aren’t the one whose life is turned completely upside down…
It’s not your heart that’s torn and discarded on the ground…
