Time's still and says no word to anyone
But in its path he sprinkles broken hearts
And fights, oh so hard, to remain intact.
You'd think he cares about the ones he leaves behind...
But truth be told, he doesn't really care.
He fought so hard to do his job
And in his tired path
He left behind my hopes for you and I.
He left behind my broken heart...
He sprinkled pieces of broken lullabies.
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