I wasted time and I won't ever get it back
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted
But I know that I can't
And I keep turning it over and over
Again and again now in my head
I feel a sense of remorse
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
Cold, I feel so cold
Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor
Left with no air in my chest
With nothing to keep all my blood pumping
Throughout my veins anymore
I wasted time and I won't ever get it back
I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted
But I know that I can't
And I keep turning it over and over
Again and again now in my head
I feel a sense of remorse
But what's the point if there's nothing that
I could even try to do anymore?
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