MY HOUR GLASS IS EMPTY
THE SAND RAN OUT
THE RAIN KEEPS FALLING
AND STILL I WONDER
WHAT MY LIFE ABOUT
BECAUSE MY HEART IS CALLING
BUT NO ONE HEARS
MY SOUL YELLS OUT
BUT NO ONE CARES
AND STILL I'M FALLING
BUT NO ONE HELPS
STILL I'M CALLING
BUT NO ONE HEARS
JUST MY SHADOW WHO STAYS
WITH ME HERE
BOTH OF US TRYING
TO FIGURE OUT
WHAT MY LIFE IS STILL ABOUT
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