#1
Caught up yet again
in the blurred reality
Brought on by whats left behind
of what seems like nothing
And im finding that these years slip by
like sand through the hourglass
And the air filling the empty space
reminds us, of the past

Theres too much time, to do nothing at all
Not enough time to do anything about it…

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im pretty new to song writing so any advice wiould be greatly apreciated