It seems time has ended The years passing by Seem to have no end The dreams I've had Are of you Still being my best friend The months drag on They seem to never stop One after another At this point I'm feeling the opposite of on top The weeks pile up I stopped counting now Seven days each Without you How, I really don't know The days are growing Three-hundred sixty-five Each seem frozen If you were here Time would melt and thrive The hours, terrible The time slow like a worm That seem asleep With your assistance Time would wake I'm sure Minutes not moving The hands pointing down Like it has died Just say yes And the clock will turn around Seconds are not bad Because one day I know At any moment you May come back And time will return to its normal flow ©Schizology

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It seems time has ended The years passing by Seem to have no end The dreams I've had Are of you Still being my best friend The months drag on They seem to never stop One after another At this point I'm feeling the opposite of on top The weeks pile up I stopped counting now Seven days each Without you How, I really don't know The days are growing Three-hundred sixty-five Each seem frozen If you were here Time would melt and thrive The hours, terrible The time slow like a worm That seem asleep With your assistance Time would wake I'm sure Minutes not moving The hands pointing down Like it has died Just say yes And the clock will turn around Seconds are not bad Because one day I know At any moment you May come back And time will return to its normal flow ©Schizology

Schizology