Time it never Quite ever,
ever seems to stop.
Things that we lack
are dreams that are lost.
We learn how to hate
and chose how to love.
We never Quite ever,
seem to get just enough.
Bow down, King Jesus
and take your crown off.
The world don't wanna know
but you're all that it's got.
Watch your children go left
forsaking all that is right.
The only peace felt
burns up our insides.
Can't stop.
Ate up.
Sanctified.
Growin' tired of living this desolate life.
Angry.
Fed up.
Petrified.
Don't know how to chose a better life.
Just need to get to the other side...
Time it never Quite ever,
ever seems to stop.
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