Title: The Weight of Years.
The clock’s fucking loud, time’s eating me alive,
Wrinkles spread like scars, can’t even survive.
I used to be fast, now I’m dragging this weight,
Body’s breaking down, but I can’t fucking wait.
Feel every crack, every fucking strain,
The years keep crushing, but I’m stuck in this game.
It’s a war we’re losing,
Ticking’s all we’re choosing,
The pain, the cracks, the memories die,
We’re just ghosts in the glass, screaming fucking why.
Once sharp as hell, now I’m dulled and beaten,
Chasing ghosts that I can’t even reach.
The youth we were? Slipping, fucking gone,
Every step forward feels like a step wrong.
Hear the creak, feel the burn, the fucking weight,
The clock’s a hammer, it’s too fucking late!
It’s a war we’re losing,
Ticking’s all we’re choosing,
The pain, the cracks, the memories die,
We’re just ghosts in the glass, screaming fucking why.
Back’s fucked, knees break with a sound,
I’m a dead picture, buried underground.
Used to run fast, now I just crawl,
The countdown’s over, I’m ready to fall!
It’s a war we’re losing,
Ticking’s all we’re choosing,
The pain, the cracks, the memories die,
We’re just ghosts in the glass, screaming fucking why.
Tick… Tick… Tiiiiiick…
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