Time is Up

Your time is up, so I've been told,
But then again, my pet...
It's been on empty for some time,
And you just have no luck.
I gave you from my stack of years
Again, again, and more..
You're wasting all my sacrifice
And I am growing bored.
This game we played isn't so fun
And changes need to happen...
You either move and change your life,
Or I am changing mine.

Your hourglass has just ran out
And no sand is seen flowing,
Before that last grain hits the pile
I add a little more.
My sand is different, it's smoother...
It runs a little better...
It isn't dirty from the past,
It isn't stained like bloody glass,
It brings indeed a little class,
And it will make you better.
The moment your hourglass
Is full once more my pet...
You go and spill your blood on it
And there we go again.