as i sit in this chair,
watching the clock tick.
minutes after minutes, hours after hours.
i look at how life is treating me
how each person walks pass me and nvr notice
how one changes to another person.
how fast the present turns into memories
memories where we'd only find in letters or pictures.
i begin to think abt life.
watching the clock ticking away, i asked if i was ever happy with life
i was sure as hell happy with it
watching the clock tick.
minutes after minutes, hours after hours.
i look at how life is treating me
how each person walks pass me and nvr notice
how one changes to another person.
how fast the present turns into memories
memories where we'd only find in letters or pictures.
i begin to think abt life.
watching the clock ticking away, i asked if i was ever happy with life
i was sure as hell happy with it
but, what is life without a loving family?
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