Short Comings

Short Comings

A Poem by Butchy10

Time keeps on passing by,

Passing by, passing by,
Time is on short supply,
Short supply, short supply,


Watch as the clouds glide by
Squint as the sun shines bright
Lie like you'll never be loved
Cry cause you're not good enough


Envy them as they
Walk away from all the things
You want them to notice you
You're not what they're looking for


In the darkness you cannot be seen
In the darkness alone and scared
In the darkness is where you retreat
In the darkness where the devil will meet


Watch as the clouds glide by
Squint as the sun shines bright
Lie like you'll never be loved
Cry cause you're not good enough


The clock keeps ticking
Time is running out
How can you be welcomed
When all you do is....


Watch as the clouds glide by
Squint as the sun shines bright
Lie like you'll never be loved
Cry cause you're not good enough


Weep till your eye wells dry
Run till your legs give in
Bend till your back breaks straight
Listen as the clock ticks on


Time is moving
Clocks are ticking
You are dying
Time is out


Watch as the clouds glide by
Squint as the sun shines bright
Lie like you'll never be loved
Cry cause you're not good enough


What if you've done all you can
What if no fun you have had
What if your all alone
Dying tonight


The clocks stop moving
Time starts slowing
Regrets start flooding
Life not worth saving

© 2015 Butchy10


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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY9b6jgbNyc


this was running though my head as I read this

Posted 9 Years Ago


Butchy10

9 Years Ago

The fact that it made you think of coldplay makes me so happy, I love them, thank you Lost Rose :)

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Added on November 23, 2015
Last Updated on November 23, 2015
Tags: time, envy, life, cry, darkness

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Butchy10
Butchy10

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