Time Why are you living in the past? The past has passed and the present is going along. In this moment I am apart of your present and slowly But surely I am becoming apart of your past. Why are you living there? It is full of dark clouds and verbal smacks And actions I can't comprehend It is so cold there... The storms clouds aren't passing over They are hovering someone else To think to get over him, You must first get under someone else. The valleys are cliffs The hills are mountains The creeks are oceans Can't you see? The past has passed And there's not a damn you can do To change it... The time you spend daydreaming of "what could've happened?" Wasted. Time is click clocking Dickery docking Tick toking Away.
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