Tell me that it's not too late
Tell me that I'm not what you hate
Tell me that it will be okay
Tell me that I'll find the right way
My heart has been broken
My words not now spoken
My mind has been destroyed
My own face I avoid
I know I've screwed up
I know that I'm fucked
I know what I love
I know there's a dove
Time will simmer
Time makes dimmer
Time can not tell
Time to
Time to shut up.
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