I'm slipping away from your grasp like the sand in your palm.
you are losing what you had and just barely realizing now its gone.
your a coward behind a mask full of untruths
even the crows would have done what you were able to do
it is unwise to be a player in my game under the full moon
in the end you shall lose , because like the sand I'll be gone very soon
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