My body scarred,
My heart broken,
My mind; my enemy.
Living on borrowed time.
The clock ticking,
There's not much time left,
No time to cry,
No time to regret,
No time to say goodbye.
My reflection brings hatred,
It brings pity on the person looking back at me,
She shouldn't be here.
We look into each others eyes,
Yet the look can not be held,
So as we turn away.
the final grain of sand falls
There's no time left.
My soul has died,
And I am soon to follow.
No time to cry,
No time to regret,
No time to say goodbye.
