How valuable it is yet we still waste it
Ignore it and it isn't there they say
But the clock won't stop ticking
Spend it on yourself it dies with your self
Get distracted forget that it ends
Scared to face it? Stay dreaming
Hope that you won't wake up
Sleeping in the burning house
Till you wake up and its already ashes
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