Killing Kind Of Time
18 February, 2005
Author: Shan
When time is the killing kind,
all I feel inside comes alive
The thoughts that fill my mind,
The innocent memories of time
have just whipped me in the face
They've slapped me down, tossed me around
and held me in place high above the town
I dont know how, but now, I see it all
It's all so clear, the break, the fall
The strength, the fear, the weight, the tears
It's all been worth the wait of the years
I just wouldn't be the same today
without these memories to save
And with these thoughts, I just must say
I love you all, love you, each and every day
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