I'm letting it pass me by.
I'm letting it fly over me.
The time is ticking
but I'm not listening.
One minute, one second
Gone.
One hour, one year
Wasted.
How could I let this happen?
How could you let this happen?
The end is only drawing closer.
The beginning is further away.
My time is the water going down your drain.
So uncared for, so misused.