It's washing out
It's washing in
It's washing up
And wearing thin
Who knows when it
Will break again
Who knows when it
Will kill a friend
Time is coming
Time has come
Time is running
Time has run
Heart is skipping
Too many beats
To accomplish
Too great a feat
Faster, Faster
The surge goes on
Out of control
It's finally gone
It's too late now
Too late to know
Turn the blind eye
The truth shall show
It's now.
It's here.
It's time.
To fear.
The truth.
The pain.
The lies.
Again.
Since I've been hurt
For the last time
I dare not make
My final rhymes
Let,
Love,
Live,
Life.
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Well done. I share your sentiment, sadly and couldn't have put it better myself. I'm adding this to my favs. Thanks for sharing!