Waiting for updates coming
Fingers on the table drumming.
Wake up early, time go slow
Getting high, but still feeling low.
Life is just a dropping sand,
Eternal gift that never end.
Through the hand,
Just a sand.
Clock is metronome that's clicking,
To the rhytm of my eyes blinking.
Getting through annoying days,
Crossing fingers, finding better ways.
Life is just a dropping sand,
Eternal gift that never end.
Through the hand,
Just a sand.
You concealing the truth,
In hypocrite hands.
As long as I'm your toy,
You are not my friend.
Life is just a dropping sand,
Eternal gift that never end.
Through the hand,
Just a sand.
Sand
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