The Depressed 1

Time Is A Murderer

Time is murdering my youth

 

Falsehoods are becoming the truth

 

Thought that I had all the time

 

My body is aging but not my mind

 

Slipping slowly more away each day

 

The more time passes the more I want to stay

 

Death drum beating in the distance for me

 

I try and try to resist its mournful plea

 

Time makes it hard for me to withstand

 

But I do not want to take deaths\' hand

 

I am slowly fading back into the dirt

 

What use to be a pain now does hurt

 

I cannot ignore it now I know the truth

 

Time is murdering my youth