time has got your back up against the wall. it's now or never. time, got you thinking about it. conceited little voice of time has hypnotized your mind and covered your heart in silk, locked it up. time, sinking your battleship. the hands of time gracefully tie you up and place you in a vault. bad timing, good timing. time is just an illusion you have let get under your skin, an illusion that will keep playing with you. it's never a "good time" it's never a "bad time" take a risk, fly. jumping on time like it's going out of style; never having enough, always having to much. time after time we continue to blame time, the perfect escape goat to whatever happens to be on your mind, toying in your heart. time comes up and quickly slips away, losing track of time. time is like a hangover, results could vary* waiting for the opportunity to strike time out, but still, time clicks at the noose that you've lightly placed over your schedule. time is killing us. time is taking away our love. and as times do change every know and then how much for your time?
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