Same Thing

Posted on Dec 3, 2014


time slipping away

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The same old faces
Doing the same old thing

Nothing much changes
There isn’t anything new to bring

The sands slip through
Fingers faster every day

Time do you lose
Before you realise it’s too late

Only yourself to blame
No one else

You can still be on a different train
Instead of your soul you sell

Or still do the same thing
Stay where you are

Filled with envy green
At a life you could’ve had, within your grasp

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