It's running out
The work piles up
The social visits
The overpowering pressure
The pot that boils over
Don't make me choose
The harder route I take
Still young
So sad
Don't make me choose
Don't let me cry
Time drifts
It moves on
The wave
The sand
Even the mountains
They all move on
They wait for no one
Time is a cloud
Time never stops
Time-You make me choose
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